So beautiful that I almost did not recognize her as the sorry thing I had bought yesterday. She meant it. I knew it. She was ready to leave. There was...no joke in her eyes.A clean cut is the easiest, my lovely, I thought. Then I opened the pouch, took out one of a few golden dragons that was in there, and tossed the leather bag back to her. "Thank you for saving my life. I wish you a happy one in return," I said, bowed, and turned to leave.After only three paces I was hit in the back by a small,. I pulled on her hair as it turned blonde, sculpting it, andplayed with her cheekbones. I watched my hands work the woman's faceinto shape, and it was done.I watched my body come and pull out of the blonde. I tucked myhusband's penis into my pantyhose and straightened out my skirt. I tookthe ring from the blonde's finger. Looking in the mirror, I smiled. Andthen I walked out of my field of view, leaving just the blonde in themirror. How odd. I stared into the blonde's eyes, as she stared back. Samantha knew it before I did. ‘You’re gonna come, aren’t you?’ ‘Uh-huh!’ ‘Give it to me, Honey! Come inside me!’ I had just started to come when she said, ‘Oh, God, I’m coming, too!’ I could feel her walls contracting around me, and I felt like I was in heaven. Her orgasm made her collapse on top of me. I love it when she’s on top of me during and after sex. It’s like a warm, fleshy blanket who also happens to love me. After she rolled off me, I asked, ‘I’m gonna get some ice cream. You. .During the tuition, I’d take d phone from the young boy and transfer all photos of the aunty to my phone and satisfy my lust that night by shagging. Also, I’d indirectly ask the boy about aunty at home and her habits and her relationship with the husband.I then understood that she was not happy with her husband. In the evening, whenever the aunty came to pick her son, I’d take her video in my phone without her knowledge and watch it atleast 10 times everyday and maturbate. This went on..On one.