Once the memories of our past lives have come back to us it does not take long for us to find each other. There have been a few times when one has bee... ready before the other, but it has only been months at the most. There are always the same signs, his blue eyes and black hair, my green eyes and red hair. Each of us has a birthmark in the shape of the tattoos that the priestess gave us for the spell. These signs haves often been a burden, for in some of the cultures to which we have been born. Being a striking and slim blue-eyed blond there were certain dresses that she could wear that most women probably couldn’t pull off. The dress she finally picked after modeling ten or fifteen very sexy numbers for me was one of these very special dresses. It was an emerald green silk creation from Ted Baker with a high collar neckline and cutouts around the shoulders and the top of the bust, a scoop back and cutouts at the waist that accentuated Angela’s tiny 23” waist. Angela’s bare skin. I totally didn’t guess what’s-his-face right, Brandon, I mean. I lost. It wasn’t a complete failure, though. Some of the guys were really good kissers. In fact, the last guy blew my panties off. Like, I had a kissing orgasm. His kiss was soft and firm and moist but not sloppy and he took his time, putting himself into it. Instead of groping my top, he held me firmly and rubbed his hands slowly up and down my back. Right at the end, he squeezed my ass. My brain melted into my pussy. Samantha. Reluctantly some of the women, Yvonne included, began stripping off their dresses. Underwear had already disappeared in most cases, so it wasn't long before most were naked, joining the rest who had long abandoned their soiled clothes.“No!” It was from Mary Cummings. Isabelle Baca nodded sullen agreement. “I'll see you rot in jail first," a jet of cold water cut Mary off. Shrieking, she put her hands up but to no avail. Isabelle got caught in the wash and began to hastily strip. Alice Decker.