Both April and Candy decide what I should smell like. Theytold me I should spray the perfume on my wrists and rub it in on both sides ofmy neck and be...ween my breasts. Once again we left with lots of packages. Aswe walked out I caught a whiff of myself and thought that someone smelled goodbefore I realized it was me. As we were leaving I asked Mistress if I couldspeak. She said yes. I told her how much I loved her for allowing me to liveout my fantasy without having to hide it or feel guilty.. I started fondling her bum, stroking her buttocks and the inside tops of her spread thighs, tickling her along her bum crack. After teasing her like that my hand worked it’s way between her legs to ruffle her cunt hair and tease her labia the way she likes. I was close enough to her that my hard cock brushed deliciously against her bare leg. Soon she was squealing and gasping with arousal as my fingers worked her hot. In the mirror I could see her big breasts swinging and jiggling as she bobbed. So really ... I don't have a clue."She smiled finishing her coffee, and then looking at her wristwatch. "Well, I best be off. But good luck with your audition. And if I were you ... I'd try reading it just that way. I think it has more of an impact for one thing, and certainly gets her point across quite clearly without coming right out and saying ... I want to fuck you."I think my mouth was hanging open when she said that. Reason being ... if I didn't know any better, I could have sworn, she'd. She saw herself in the mirror every day, so she'd never noticed any changes in herself. But her identical twin was stunning in her jeans and her visible bra, all that black hair, and her body had felt so ... so...So lovely.Was this love?A notion came to Michelle. It was beautiful and racy, sublime and forbidden, but as it turned over and over in her brain, she also realized it was right. It was the truest idea she'd ever had, and she drew in a slow carnal breath through her nose. The air.