We have plenty of time, and we’re both sweaty and covered with cum. You know, we should probably shower.” I grinned, knowing what he was implying,...and agreed. I followed Zach to the master bathroom, and neither of us could hide our excitement, especially Zach, considering his was waving around like a flag as we walked. He switched on the water, and as steam began to rise from the shower, I moved closer to Zach and kissed him. His hard-on pressed against my stomach, and as we kissed, I stroked. But I did. Why? No. Don't think. Stopremembering! But I can't. People begin to swirl and eddy around meagain. I ignore them as I am supposed to, but once again I remember. Isremembering thinking? When the lights go dim, the distant windowssometimes become mirror-like. I can see myself, a beautiful illusion ofa woman, but not real. Not thinking, but, still remembering.'my reflection is stunning. the silk stockings make my legs shine. mynipple bumps gently tent the black silk of my teddy, i'm so. Long-limbed, fresh and beautiful. She bounced, from hair to bottom, when she walked. She looked as happy as a successful fisheman and greeted me with a fine curtsey that displayed her swelling, jiggling bosom to best advantage. And she knew where I was looking as she flicked a fan to cover her décolletage. She was wearing a light, lace-hemmed dress of some sort of frothy material and hanging in the cleft between her fine bubbies was a large, misshaped pearl on a thin, gold chain. It was as big. She was far better suited to becoming a noble's wife. But the other ladies at court didn't understand this. They teased her, mercilessly. So one day Azaria resolved to prove herself by sneaking out and single-handedly killing a local orc who'd been bothersome."To Katrina's experienced eye it was true that the girl in the picture was no warrior. She was wearing the boots, gauntlets and breastplate armour of a soldier, but it all seemed too big and too heavy for her. The effect of it all was for.