I couldn't help notice that the slits went up to the waistband and I wondered if she had on a thong or went commando. Glancing at Brook as I mowed the...lawn, had me wishing that I had worn my boxers. The show she put on, the bending over, stretching over the car had my imagination running wild. It was getting difficult hiding my arousal and I was hoping she hadn’t noticed.With the basket full, after the last pass over the lawn, I took it over to the yard waste container. Dumping the contents in. Warden Jennifer Reagan got out of her car. She had been warden for this prison for seven years but today felt like her first day on the job all over again. Under the new security measures enforced by local authorities, she had just undergone a three hour interview with the local police in order to get identification that matched her new body. She had barely had a moment since the so-called Great Switch to adjust to occupying her boyfriend's body. She had responsibilities to handle and refused. She laid breathing softly in the aftermath, her sweaty body relaxing.He lay beside her, stoking her back, kneading the firm, resilient ass cheeks.She was almost asleep, when he murmured in an offhand manner, "How about ifwe get married?" No woman was ever less able to express her surprise and happiness. All shecould do was quiver in her bonds with tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. "Well?" heasked. "Nnnnn…unnnnnnhh hunnnnhh!" she exclaimed wetly, nodding her heademphatically.. Mandy hatte in einem rosa Bikini in die Sonne gelegen. Im folgenden Jahr heirateten sie, und kurz darauf wurde George von der Bank entlassen, was sie hierher brachte.George ging zurück zu ihrem Haus, wo ihn Mandy an der Haustür begrüßte. George sagte: "Du musst aber heute früh fertig geworden sein?"Mandy anwortete. "Ja. Mr. Coleman hat mich wieder alles in seinem Büro abstauben lassen. Ich glaube nicht, dass es einer Reinigung bedurfte. Ich glaube, er mag es nur, die ganze Zeit mich.