I told him he could have the attic as his bedroom if he finished it, and for the next few months, it became his project, the pace accelerating as fast...as my passion cooled. In fact, my irritation was almost hatred by the time he finally finished. He'd been working at it 18 hours a day, with the shoestring budget I set, and the room was cold and spartan, but less chilly than around me. With it, the last of his privileges - the hot showers - ended, but he took it in his stride, figuring he'd. Ambrosia's smile broadened. "Of course I would, silly. Why wouldn'tI want to have as much sex with you as I possibly could, Normie? Ihad so much fun being with you last night." As he spoke, his recentlyrestored memories of the night before swiftly swirled and rearrangedwithin his mind. In the briefest of moments it took to revise them,his memories of being with Norm no longer reflected his being the uglymisshapen girl he'd been at the time; instead, his own memories toldhim he'd been the. He ran his hands tenderly down my sides brushing along my hidden breasts to my waist, returning to do it again and again each time slightly tugging upwards directing me to lift my body just high enough for him to slip his fingers underneath and ever so lightly brush my nipples with his fingertips as he caressed my sides. I quivered with passion exhaling a long relaxing breath revealing that I was weakening under his touch. He moved to the bottom of the massage table. While massaging my inner. Hello Bob, she said nervously, am I dressed OK? Assuring her she was dressed just fine, I pulled her inside the hallway, pressing my body against her and giving her a deep french kiss, cupping her left breast in a squeeze, making her gasp. You look so wonderful, anyone would lust after you, I said. My other hand found her butt and pulled her against my bulging cock. Her breaths came shorter as I slid my tongue into her eager mouth. I told her she would even give a gay guy a hard on. Oh, I dont.