It was a surprisingly wet, dreary day in this summer of the sun when I answered the door while Auntie was out. Two policemen entered, looking somewhat... surprised at my wardrobe. I had on a sweatshirt due to the cool weather, though the hem allowed the bottoms of my pendulous tits to show. Fortunately, they didn't see the back of my sweatpant briefs as I ushered them in to sit.The one man tried to comfort me without touching my naked flesh as the other informed me my parents had both been killed. Before I'd finished the thought, I was on my feet as Suzanne took me outto join them.Dancing to the music, we drew a crowd around us. Our sensual forms, tautthighs and flowing hair made us look like true minxes. Holding ontoSuzanne's shoulders, we flowed and danced with each other for what feltlike hours. As I turned to grind back against her, I saw a familiar facewatching us, my own. I nearly froze as I stared at my former body andface, freshly shaved, dressed smartly, she smiled as he watched. “Baby, I can’t take it anymore. You are driving me crazy!” You tossed your head back on the pillow. Coming face to face with you, I smiled, loving the fact that I can simply drive you crazy without doing much. As I kissed down your stomach, my hair tickled your sides making you twitch as I leave a trail of kissed across your stomach and back again. Your hands had moved to my shoulder by this point and was softly trying to push me farther down on you. You finally got the hint that every time. I felt pressure, and my knees simply folded beneath me as I collapsed to the floor. His bulging crotch was mere inches from my face. Touch it, he said, reaching down with his hand to take mine. Touch it again. Touch it again? He knew it was me? Of course he did. He knew what room I was in. One twenty-nine. Stevie pulled my hand over his crotch, pressing it onto his bulge. He moved his hand away, leaving my stupid hand on the supple leather. I couldnt explain it. I was watching my hand rub and.