‘And I’m drawing again.’ Joelle turned her hand so it was palm to palm with his. She squeezed gently. It was the first touch for fifteen years. ...The couple sat in silence, each momentarily lost in their own bubble of thoughts and emotions. ‘You’ve lost your accent,’ Joelle eventually remarked. ‘I’ve been wondering what it was … You’re talking like a pom!’ ‘I am a pom,’ Nick smiled. ‘And you’ve changed too,’ he added. ‘Your clothes … I mean, what happened to the cut-offs?’ Now it was Joelle’s. She waited there, not invading me but with her hand covering my slit, I could feel the warmth of it, and as she waited my mind was still racing; a woman I hardly knew was taking liberties with my body that I should reject, but in fact I wanted her to, I wanted more. As long as I had kept my eyes closed I could tell myself it wasn’t happening, that it was a dream brought about by my semi-intoxicated state, but it had gone too far for that now and I opened my eyes to see her sitting there beside. Abby then stopped playing with me and turned to mistress and unbuttoned her blouse, and started to fondle her tits in the red latex bra and pulling on her protruding nipple rings, while mistress hiked Abby’s skirt up to expose her black lace thong panties and started to stroke her pussy through the fabric. Abby’s pussy had a hairy triangle above her slit, and very full lips and a large clit, which could be seen through the fabric of her panties. Mistress ordered me to kneel and lick that. There was warmth andweight alongside me, soft breathing and a spill of hair across my pillowthat tickled my cheek. My hand was cupped around a wonderfully resilientbreast. I was laid on my front and I knew what it felt like to have fatbetween my ribs and the bed.Whatever magic had made me slim and beautiful and female in the night hadrun its course and I was Georgie Porgie again. While my heart raced andmy bladder ached I was terrified of Lily waking and finding her lover hadswelled and grown.