“My son! He must have dumped the clean laundry out here when he was helping me. He's only six. I suppose he thought everything in the house was for ...sale!” She laughed some more, looking at me to see if I appreciated the humor. I did notice she appeared not to be bothered by me holding her panties nor did she make any attempt to take them from me. I laughed a little myself, my mouth dry.“Your blushing!” She laughed. “I am so sorry! I'll have to get a basket and take these inside.”“Are they for. ’ Lying in bed that night the hard copy spread out I was proof reading the rest of the story, I still had a ways to go on it. There was a tentative knock at the door then it opened and a blonde head peered around the side. Barbara smiled slipping into the room. She had a thin nearly translucent nighty that flowed to just above her knees showing off her body well, her dark nipples stood erect and proud against the material, a white bikini panty shown through. Needless to say ‘George’ my. She was a very tiny Middle Eastern woman named Shay. If she weighed 95 pounds that was a lot, she had black straight hair always in a pony tail small breasts but perky and nice, narrow waist and wide hips. She was always moving and taking care of business. She wore very little makeup but what she used set off her features and she always looked beautiful. When we entered it was not busy at all. Shay came around from where she usually works and ran up to me threw her arms around my neck, wrapped. Mitsuko, standing in the hot spring’s center, was just as slim and graceful, her girlish body wreathed by the rising steam. She had a naughty smile on her lips, her hands hiding behind her back.“How do we get out of her soul?” Chris demanded. She, like Yoshiko, had fallen into one of the ghost’s souls. The blonde futanari, who used to be a guy only hours ago, stood naked beside Yoshiko.“I don’t know,” Yoshiko admitted. Like Chris, she was a busty futanari, though she had the same olive.