.. me and my imagination ... me and the voices in my head.At the conclusion of the very first futile interview, after I'd been returned to my little c...ll and left alone (though I was probably being monitored), I'd stretched out on the cot and tried to sleep. That's when I first started hearing voices in my head.They were faint and garbled to begin with. My first thought was that they were somehow related to the skull splittingly painful ache on, and in, the side of my head. But gradually they. "I can smell..." Then Ipaused, suddenly thankful that it was Mary's perfume I was smellingrather than the bathroom.As amazing as it was, I was now wearing Mary's body like a suit. No, Iwas wearing her body as though it was my own. I was possessing Mary andwas now in complete control of her body. And though I could still feelher in here with me, but she'd been pushed into the back seat for thetime being.For a moment, I just remained where I was, taking in the simplesensations of breathing. "JJ sat his half-empty can down and dropped to the floor beside Donna and began groping her tits. "Oh man, these are so fucking nice." Why don't you tit fuck her like you've always wanted to do." Ted suggested.JJ couldn't resist. He stood and removed his pants. Donna looked up to see his hard cock as he straddled her body."Please don't." She begged."I can't miss this opportunity." JJ said as he squatted down and laid his cock between Donna's tits. Taking one in each hand he began fucking her. “Open your legs.” The rustling of cloth. Inhaling, exhaling still ragged. Hers. I reached beneath the full green skirt. Absolutely a gooey mess. “Drive your car into the garage,” I said as I plunged two fingers into her flooded pussyhole, heard her whimper. By the time she pulled the car to a halt and turned it off, my cock was out, jutting straight up. “Give me your hand,” I said. Soft, warm and well manicured, her long fingers trembled as they touched my rigidness. Her touch was delicate and.