I rubbed theclothes in a patch of dirt and snagged them on a chainlink fence beforetaking them back. I then dressed the now cooling body in the dirty...clothes. I wondered if I would have to go back to my own body for thenext stage, but Cassandra was a lot stronger than she looked. Icarried the body down to my car and drove over to the South Bank withhim lying across the back seats. Could I ever explain this to thepolice if I were stopped. Once at the South Bank I found a desertedstretch. “Doesn’t he get frustrated?” I asked. “Oh yes honey and he gets so excited. Try it next time” she said. I headed home with my mind processing the information. Mrs Walden was so smart to work it out. I couldn’t help wondering if she had ever taken him anally. Maybe we would talk about another day. I got home and things returned to normal. “How was your day love” shouted mum from the kitchen. “Fine” I shouted back. Dad looked up from his paper “yes fine for you Fiona” he said “I bet they have you. I was sitting at the breakfast table, in the minimum of clothing, straight from my bed, and daddy, who held me transfixed, was speaking, and as he spoke, his cock grew before my eyes, rising and raising his t-shirt as it outgrew its length, and teasingly slid down its shaft as it thickened and rose.Daddy really was a big man, and my keen 20-20 vision, followed the thick venous veins pulsing with warm blood, along his length, as the protective foreskin peeled back to reveal its bullet like head,. It was then that the guy in font of her put his hands on her knees. May be she did yield a little. Maybe she did weaken just a tad. Or maybe he just read the situation and played his hand. Either way he moved his hands up her legs just a fraction. She heard the erotic rasp of her nylons and his fingers just passed the hem of her dress. She was looking into those eyes. Lost in desire. Her muscles relaxed just slightly and she heard herself breathe out the words that would be the starting gun to.