She looked back at me and I smiled. She went into her husband.Ray told me the next morning, he said that Laura had come and woke him up in the middle...of the night very horny. He said it was hard for me not to fuck her but her told her he had a back head ache. He said she was so horny he could not believe it. He said she finally rolled over and he felt the bed moving. Ray was sure she had masturbated and cum before going to sleep. He asked me what happened and I told him. Ray was like he. I could feel my cock harden below, pumping it's blood back into the organ of sexual pleasure.I continued to lick, over and over. Drawing the fabric of her panties to get wetter from my own tongue mixing with the wetness of her dripping pussy beneath. My fingertips worked up her outer thighs, towards the strings of her panties as I took hold.I pulled upon them, as they slipped down over her thighs to reveal the almost shaven pussy for me of this young, beautiful woman. The only hair was a slight. The lipstick was creamy and the same shade as the toes. Shefirst outlined my lips with a pencil and then filled it in with a brushand the lipstick. After this came a blonde wig of shoulder-length hair, apearl necklace around my neck and 2-inch open-toed heels on my feet.When I turned around to look in the mirror, I gasped. It was like someonehad punched me in the gut. Staring at me from the mirror was thisgorgeous blonde girl with the pout, and dare I say aura, of a Hollywoodstar. I looked. " You do. You just don't know it," Dan argued. We turned off the main highway onto the road that led past our house. "This is home. Roots. Your mom might not have realized it, but I'm sure your grandma did." Yes," I said, remembering. "Grandma did." It's been a bit more than a year since the hurricane that threw me and Dan together. I remember talking about the aftermath with Dan, looking together over the fields of storm-blown debris. He's right, a year later you have to pay attention to see.