I changedthe lingerie to a tiny yellow bikini. The top barely covered my tits, thebikini bottoms were not lined and the part that covered my pussy did...sojust barely. When wet, this bikini would show all I had. I made it athong type so my ass cheeks would hang out. I put on my feet some flip-flops, and made the transformation. I braided my hair so it wouldn't clogthe filter. I then went to the hot tub and started the jets and theheater. I was going to relax. I walked into the kitchen, got out a. She was chuckling as she dried herself, "I'm glad you didn't stop and run for a condom this time." Then she reflected in mock seriousness, "You know, somehow I just don't get that same feeling of, uh, 'cleanliness' when I shower alone."I kissed her affectionately, "I know the feeling well. We should cleanse each other often."We 'dressed' for dinner and happily sought the dining room. They served us a different beautiful fish stuffed with crabmeat, nicely steamed vegetables, and a delicious. A delicious warmth is pervading my form. The heat that suffuses my cheeks also pools low in my belly and throbs between my legs. And soon I am pulsing my thighs together and surreptitiously pressing my fingers against my pubic mound. The place is deserted. People flock to the malls and leave libraries alone these days. I have not seen or heard another soul, and I allow myself to sink down onto the floor against the wall, my pile of books forgotten. I lose myself in the delicious words on the. I'm trying to find out what the Deacon is up to, I replied in a silent message.Since we weren't going to fool anyone, I decided just to go for it. When the waitress returned with the beer I asked, "We are having a party at my place the weekend after Christmas, New Years, and we need a few girls. who should I talk to?" I asked."I ain't got no idea," she said."So much for that ten dollar tip," I said. "All I want is a name. You aren't involved at all." What you want the girls for?" she.