Lara’s head started to spin. Where was she? As she heard Mary returning with a dress, she heard her speak as well.“Oh, that’s last week’s pape.... Ma will have this week’s so you may re—” Mary stopped and dropped the dress as she saw Lara collapse sideways onto the couch. She ran over to help her. “Jonathan,” she cried out, “Hurry up and get in here to help me get her dressed. She has fainted! Just close your eyes and hold her up.”****“Ma, she’s coming to!” Jonathan shouted into the kitchen. He. ~He wasn't kidding when he said he'd make boot camp seem like apicnic. I can't imagine any sort of basic training coming close tothis. Learning how to precisely control myself is a bonus, too.~She'd also noticed a smug, self-satisfied feeling beneath his curtnod as he'd noted her stiff departure; this morning the smugness wasreplaced by an air of amazement as she'd -- quite deliberately --*flowed* into the office. She'd felt normal, and had called all herlessons into play to ensure he'd known. I stepped forward, wrapping my hands around her waist, pressing my nakedness to hers, my stiff member nestled in between the globes of her ass. Nuzzling her neck, I said, “You look beautiful, this morning, sweety.” “And you look horny!” she answered back, pressing her ass against my hardness.“Do you blame me?” I replied between neck kisses. My hands slid up her body, cupping her ample, freckled breasts, my fingertips grazing her areola’s, my eyes taking in her reflection, the scene, indeed,. ‘Angels travel light,’ he told me. ‘But I always carry my own toothbrush, and the hairbrushes in this dimension are just too hard on angel hair. They hurt like hell!’ I could believe that as I stroked the mane of silk that cascaded to his shoulders. That hair alone had the invitation of all my body parts to come and visit any time—any time honey! The reunion took place in my womb sometime in the wee hours of the morning, and ‘she’ came to ‘be.’ I was soon to learn why they’re called the ‘wee’.