” “Does Susan know about us?” Rachael asked. “Oh yes,” mum went on, "She’s known for some time now.” I was surprised at this, and ...ondered why she had never mentioned it before. Once I got a few minutes with mother alone I asked her, "Does Sue or Rachael know about our being intimate on our holiday?” “No Sue’s quite straight laced about that sort of thing, so I’ve never said anything. As for Rachael I don’t think so, but she might suspect.” We changed the subject and went on to talk. She gasped loudly once her hood moved away and i was rubbing a finger on each side of her clit, occasionally pulling more wetness up until all of her folds and mound were wet and actually slimey. Her noises were matching my finger movements faster and faster till i thought i should chill before breaking the old thing. I reached up and smelled her smell as i unzipped my pants, she was sweet smelling, like roses, even after 12 hours of AZ weather! I diverted from my plan of mounting her, i got. I blushed furiously and stumbled out of my unexpected trance."Hi," I said dumbly. "Uh..." I'm Stacy." She licked her red pouting lips. "I'm here about the apartment?" What? Oh, sure. Yeah," I agreed with a hard swallow. "That's, uh, my wife is doing that, er, I mean it's her ... thing. Yeah." Who is it, Dave?" my wife called from the kitchen."Um, it's someone for the apartment," I replied, clearing my throat. I still hadn't introduced myself or even asked the girl to step inside."Oh! Well, can. If by next Sunday you decide that you want to returnto your previous life, we will return everything back to what itwas last Friday. I don't think you can do that, you like cockway too much to give it up". It was a very scary and soberingthought but I knew that she might be right and the fear racedthrough my head as I dialled the office on her cell phone.The week was a blur of activity. The mornings consisted of makeup lessons, training in feminine mannerisms and sexual prowess.Afternoons and.