She lied to me about the overnight because she obviously had packed for an extended stayShe was having sex with a well hung black guy. Quite frankly i...doubted if i would at this point be interested in sex anymore with her. If she had him plowing her regularly i would not feel anything when i entered her anyway. Nothing else. No plane tickets, no receipts, nothing that would give me a clue as to what might have happened. At this point i was looking for some kind of support so i called her. A training bra. It's white," he offered with a hint ofapology. His lips quivered. "And, um..." He wasn't sure if he shouldmention this too but, again, wanted to be careful not to upset her. "...and I don't have any body hair." His cheeks burned hotter. "I'm pinkand smooth all over." He was close to shedding tears of humiliation."That's nice. Strip down so I can see for myself." Before that couldfully register she added, "And so my girlfriends can see, too." Theother females turned. As we continued down her hallway we passed the stairs and took a left and into the kitchen. It was huge. It was a very modern kitchen and opened up into a dining room on the left hand side. "You have a lovely home Mrs Abbot and an amazing kitchen!" I said to her."Why thanks" she blushed, "its ok I suppose. Can get a little lonely all alone around a big house." For a second I could swear she was checking me out now."Well I would say more than ok and would love a big house like this" I teased as. All edgy and excited.His little scheme had worked just great. Every pink dose he had spread around had left the tiniest of residue in the girls' heads. And every one of their countless orgasms had grafted the outline of an idea on their brains. It was the idea that this bliss could last forever. That they might always feel this happy if they only would follow up on their urge.Then Taylor had asked sweet Ms. Markovic if she wouldn't love to have the body to go with her slutty dreams."Uh?" she.