* * * * * God! That was a day to remember I can tell you! To all intents and purposes it was a normal Saturday evening dinner. Even young Rachel was t...ere, staying with us for the weekend, as she most often did. Oh, I suppose I’d better explain up front about Rachel being there. Rachel’s mother, Andorra – who by the way, I’d never laid eyes on at the time — was a widow and she worked some pretty horrendous hours as a controller for a taxi company most every weekend. Otterley and Rachel had. . maybe he was hallucinating. Maybe he was psychotic. It had happened before. Esmeralda. She had a beautiful name. A beautiful soul. His fingers tingled with the memory of touching her face. Soft skin on her cheeks, the slight ridge of a scar on her forehead, pliant lips, heat from her neck. "I shouldn't have said anything," he had told her. "No, you shouldn't have," she had agreed. But he had. How could he not? Eleven years would pass before he woke again. She would be in her late forties. The. Alice worked on his arms and neck and face. They developed bulk and hegrew quite handsome.Sandy worked on his legs and feet as they too became longer far moredeveloped. She also, made it a point to give him good looking toenails onall his toes including the dreaded little toe. She was very pleased withher results and sat back smiling.Candy went to work on Bob's hips and crotch. He felt his buttocks ripplewith muscle. Then he felt a swelling in his groin. Candy was talkingabout how large. His thrashing about on the bed and thelook on his face made me know he was at the brink. I plunged down andground my pelvis hard against him, Cam screamed out my name as his semenflew over his head, my orgasm followed closely after his, as I filled hisvelvet tunnel. I collapsed atop his cum covered torso gasping in greatgulps of air. Lying here, my body d****d on his, my head on his chest, anarm across him, felt so natural and comfortable. I am safe here, I am withthe man I love.We woke.