I knew she would do things to methat my wife hadn't even heard of. I knew I could trust her to fulfilmy fantasies and desires without recriminations.I...dreamt of her tugging and biting at my nipples while I came ontomy pink silk nightdress.After a night out with 'the girls' it happened. She had noticed myrather tight white polo neck jumper and ladies jeans and had given methat look that said she could see right through my clothes to thesize 16 vest and skimpy, lacy knickers that were struggling. He croaked, That was so fucking marvelous! Do you want to play some more, you little minx? Tammy giggled, What is a minx? Tom chuckled, Its a cock craving whore who cant get enough. She moved her finger seductively along his slippery semi-hard meat. Well, why dont you take me to your big, bad bed and teach me some more lessons that a naughty young minx needs to know? I dont want my skin to burn. The doctor said it wasnt good for me. He grinned. Your wish is my command, your most royal and. I called a contact I had at the S.E.C. and told him of my suspicions, but I didn't have any hard proof to show him. I promised him I'd get back to him when I had something. That's the last I remember. A couple of days later, I was in hospital, wondering who I was. Except, it wasn't a couple of days. It was weeks. That's it." You know what the implications of this are, don't you?" Sure ... the president could be in it up to his neck." That's what it looks like. In fact, if I checked with my. Nothing stood out to her, but she did put on a pair of pink panties anda short cut denim shorts. All of the blouses and tops were too girly forher taste so she rifled through her David shirts instead. When she foundthe one she was looking for, she knew instantly. It was a black teeshirt with a zombie on the front with the band name Dead Man's CornFlakes. She remembered the weird looks people gave her when she wasDavid and wore that shirt. She giggled to herself hoping she would getsimilar.