It was a rainy november in the town where he spent his college years. Many homework with cold and rain outside made him wanting to relax in front of t...he small fireplace on his appasrtment. One day while drinking red wine in front of the fire he received an sms! it was her .. his love from the past... the girl that broke up with him because she would leave to another country to study..their story goes on for many years...at first they were best friends... but as time passed other feelings came. That was daring, at her age, as panties are usually the last vestige of clothing to be removed. There were no tights or stockings like Jackie. Chunkyish legs. Those was the first two items she discarded. She kept her knee high black shiny boots on. Had she guessed? Next was her off white, lace trimmed, high neck blouse and finally a plain, unstructured small white brarseiere with disappontedly, not big tits, but they flopped about beautifully, I love flop, not perfection. Hetty’s nipples were. Anita’s car was parked outside when I arrived at home.I felt the hood was hot yet; so she had arrived few minutes before.I walked inside and called out to my sensual wife…Ana was in the main bedroom, picking up some clothes. She kissed me, saying she was about to get a warm shower. It sounded again something strange to me; since my wife never used to take a bath early evening… I followed her into the bathroom and sat on the toilet as she started to undress.Ana was wearing a white cotton thong. She snagged the spare machete and hefted it. "Wonderful, Sire. Who?"I will break free. Then we shall avenge our husband's murder. Dream-Abigail's words screamed through the real Abigail's mind.Abigail shuddered into her doppelganger's kiss. Their naked bodies pressed tight together, identical lips writhing together, matching tits pressing tight, and twin sets of nipples caressed. Only the chains binding the real Abigail differentiated the two redheads.It was all a fantasy buried in the depths.