Around the lodge was an area clear of trees, a meadow lush with grasses and shorter plants, bisected at the bottom by a creek bed. Further back was a ...ine of trees, where the landscape rose to low mountains. Straight out from the lodge, the road was visible as it cut across the meadow and through a break between the mountains.As they watched, Francesca pointed to specific animals that she had already, over the brief time that she'd been there, christened with nicknames. A huge bison bull, she. She played with the lace around her thighs, feeling the sheen of the nylon against her hands, she closed her eyes. Her hand moved over the silk panties she was wearing, the lightest brush against her mound was enough to stop her breath. A quick glance at the clock told her she had a few minutes left before Steve would be there. She pulled the material to one side and slowly peeled herself apart. Her lips were moist and without a second thought she slid one, then two fingers deep into herself.. Now my clothing was changing too? I must be stillsleeping... how else could one explain this sort of thing?"This is Charles, Holly, don't you recognize my voice? I know it's latebut..." the mysterious voice called out into the darkness.No longer an enigma. It was Charles, whoever that was. Now that Ithought of it... it did sound vaguely familiar. Yet this was gettingtoo weird, to real. I tired to set the phone down again with the sameresult. Something small within me wanted to hear more. By now. “What have you done to the bathroom!”Marla stood at the door of the bathroom, grinning at Sally. Sally was halfway inside, staring down. Her feet were apart, and Marla could see the reflection of her daughter’s sweet cunt and ass, too.“Do you like it, Sally?”“Oh, Mother, it’s a wonderful idea,” Sally said. “Just wait until Bob sees it.”“Sees what?” Bob came in, rubbing his eyes.“The floor, Bob,” Sally said, pointing. “Look what Mother has done to the floor.”Bob saw the mirrors and then his.