She loves to tousle his hair. In her mind, she can smell the cologne he puts on after he shaves, and is comforted by its memory. It smells fresh… of...grass and work and fresh linen, and is mixed with scents of his own body, male and strong. It is beautiful to her. Missing Silas, Jarrah begins to run her hands over her smooth, glistening skin. It has been days since she has felt his touch, and she is craving him. But he will not be home for several hours yet… Looking over her body, she sees her. She was a lovely sight to behold. Her red shit was unbuttoned showing both her cleavage and a black corset. She wore a loose black skirt with matching stockings. It was difficult to keep from fucking her right there, my swollen cock showed quite blatantly. I led her in and took her to the kitchen, offered her a drink of sake. I knew she was scared and mad, but I wanted her horny and relaxed all at the same time. She drank it down easily enough and I decided to take her upstairs. I made her walk. None of them paid the slightest bit of attention to Frank. He thought back to the show. There had been four clowns. He pulled back the flap and entered. It was the clowns’ dressing room, and as he watched, the grump pulled his orange hair; it came off, taking the bald scalp with it. Underneath was beautiful blond hair, which fell almost to the shoulders, tangled from being packed under the wig. In the mirror, he saw the nose come off next; the real one was incredibly cute, and looked. Sandy found it quite comical, but also relieved, for that weighed heavily on her mind, what his family would think of this.“Oh Pete, your dad is such a great guy. I have always liked them and I hope they know I would never hurt their son. I hope you said yes to dinner with them?”Pete was starting to move his chair back, and Sandy got up and came to him and sat in his lap, facing him.“I told him I would let them know tomorrow, after I talked with you. I would never assume something, without.