He kisses my stomach and pulls himself up again to face me. He still smiles. "I wish your parents would be gone much longer." I laugh. "If only... " M... mind wanders off to that fantasy. I try to imagine what it would be like, having Milan around all the time. Having sex together all day long. And… What else? What would we do if we would be together like that? It's not really as if ever did anything else. And wouldn't it be weird to constantly have sex? I never really thought of it that way.. If shecame in now it would be impossible to hide the transformation.The woman in the mirror is a combination of innocence and lust. As shebreathes, she pushes out her breasts to call attention to them. Her hips swaysuggestively as she turns for a profile view of herself. The high heels pushher rear-end up and out and her breasts bounce invitingly. The nipples begfor lips to suck on them. Her lips are parted and inviting. She looks likeshe has had sex and wants more of it. She looks like a woman. I arrived bearing a bottle of wine, her mother was dressed in a cotton print dress and looked nice with hint of makeup, she had managed to dry her tears up and from talking to Maria they had come to the conclusion that life must go on, I felt particularly sad for Maria because I knew that she was a daddy’s girl, they had both made an effort and the meal was excellent but I had a bit more wine than I intended partly because they had opened another bottle when we saw off the first, we sat and. Finally it dawned on her - these must belong to one of her husband's mistresses.After a few minutes Song took a deep breath and picked up the suit. She had to turn it around a few times to work out how it opened. Finally she found the zip and gasped as it opened the suit right through the middle. Lifting the suit up again she held it against her body - it seemed like it might fit her, and she felt a strange feeling as the soft, shiny material brushed on her skin.Song decided to persist..