Grabbing a tissue from the box on the nightstand, she cleaned off her chest before readministering her bra. Can you hand me my shirt? she asked. The s...ile on her face told Justin that she really was okay with the events that had transpired. He smiled back, handing her her shirt. Not long later, the two were going back downstairs. They exchanged numbers, since they both had had a fun time. Justin usually didnt give his number out to casual sex partners, but Sam seemed pretty chill, so he didnt. “Got it on the first try. You’re pretty good at reading people. Are you a shrink?” I teased her now.“Am I that obvious? Dr. Tamara Butcher. Head of Psychiatry at County General. That’s my hubby, Wayne, hitting on your wife. From what I can see, she’s ... at least mildly interested. I thought that maybe we could watch them interact together. As the family name implies, we come a long way. Wayne’s ancestors earned that surname once they started giving them to freedmen, you know, during and after. Michelle seemed to swell, growing larger in mass and frame than the rapidly shrinking guy whom her arms were wrapped about. Her muscles bulged and rearranged, forming the rougher, masculine version. Her long blonde hair pulled mostly into her skull, leaving behind a short crew cut. Meanwhile, Nick's dirty red hair shimmered, becoming long and lustrous. It tumbled about his shoulders one lock at a time, making him shiver slightly. His face smoothed and shifted as the bones underneath them. Not sure if that would've been appreciated.) I asked her, "How long has it been?" Over a year," she said wistfully.My mind was racing about as fast as my dick, so I asked her if that was long enough.She let out a small, emotional laugh and looked up at me and said, "Yes."We slipped back into the house and, seeing the k**s were still napping, headed back to their bedroom. She locked the door behind us, turned on the baby monitor and turned to hug me tight and kiss me softly on the lips. She.