I had become Melissa. I dried off, threw my towel around me, and ran upstairs. There I stood, making breakfast. At least, there Melissa stood making b...eakfast, in my body. She was wearing my blue gym shorts and a white tank top. She turned over at me. I still was speechless. She smiled and walked over to me. "When you said you'd take my place, I jumped on the chance," she explained. "Don't worry, we'll switch back midnight Saturday, July 21st." Great, the weekend of the town carnival. Everyone. It would have been very easy to misconstrue the situation. That's the sort of thing that starts rumors. Not hard to find for someone seeking information."Which, by the way is the main reason why I have not been any more than cordial towards you since that night. For your protection; At this point I have a fairly active rumor mill surrounding me." Susan said, grinning and sipping her wine."In truth ... I've missed you ... all of you..." Barbara said, seeming on the edge of revealing. I didn’t notice her much as my wife would always be around and I don’t want to create any issues.Let me tell you about my maid. She is in her 30’s. I don’t know her exact age as I have never asked her. She is the mother of 3 kids. She has a milky white complexion with big boobs and a nice round, big ass. She has a curvy body and every guy would die to fuck her. Though I am married I am always open to trying new sexual encounters.Once, my wife had to travel to Chennai to be with her mom for a. I wasted some time putting on my native clothes but drew the line at the moccasins. I laced up my lineman Redwings instead. Hell, surely the footwear wouldn't stick out badly if I ran into someone in the neighborhood.Changing firearms was on the agenda too. The faux M1 they'd sent with me was fine, but I had my own rifles here now too, and I decided that I'd rather have the Marlin 336C in 35 Remington with me. I was more familiar with it.With the Marlin in hand and the Glock on my web belt I.