I wrote down the address and when I got home that night I logged on and signed up for Redclouds.For the next two nights as soon as I got home from wor... I logged on and spent hours crawling through the contri's. On the second night I noticed a contri that was titled Hot Time In Paris 53F. Each contri had a title and a story line and the line for H.T.I.P was that they were a group of guys who were available for gangbangs for visitors to Paris and described the current visitor as a married woman. Then I pulled downthe panties, and pulled off the tank top. I stood there naked with my boobshanging there at my chest and I waited for the blur. No blur. Where's the blur, what's happening, why aren't I changing back to myself.Maybe if I put my clothes back on. I put on my boxers, nothing, I pulled onmy pant's, they wouldn't quite make it over my hips and thighs, my tee-shirt, whoa, my boobs look huge with a tight tee-shirt on. "My" boobs "My"butt, wait they aren't mine, they are somebody. They'd experienced how intense our lovemaking was, and how often we engaged in it. I'd gracefully relented when their pregnancies reached the logical stopping point, and never said a word about doing without, but they needed to take care of me, even when they couldn't take care of me. That's what led to them choosing Winnie as our new partner.As Rebecca rested, Colleen seemed to need me nearby. We cuddled, talked, laughed, and poked fun at anything and everything. It was as normal as it could. . Beep ... Beep...When I opened my eyes I recognized nothing except for that blasted beeping machine. I fantasized finding the person that invented it and doing to them all the things that had been done to me since my odyssey began.I Recognized Nothing...Not a thing...Not Even Me...So thrilled to wake up, it took me a little time to realize how unfamiliar everything was, then like a bolt of electricity, it hit me. I had no idea about anything.Where was I?What happened to bring me here?Who was.