Putting away her stuff, I supposed. I headed into the kitchen. I did have to make a new pot of coffee. I started it perking and went back in to her.�...How have you been, David?” she said, as I reemerged. I had a really hinky feeling with her being so, something.“Okay. The coffee will be a few minutes. I made a new pot,” I said.“Dave, I know this may seem a little strange me being here, sitting here, given everything. But, I just wanted to see you, talk to you a little bit. It was a spur of the. I was standing with my back against the fridge, the kitchen counter to the left of me and him to my right. He was standing so close to me I could smell his perfume, holding my beer in his one hand and leaning on the kitchen counter with his other hand. “Good thing I gave you the time to change, that top looks amazing on you.” His eyes took up my entire body and rested on my firm breasts (which looked amazing in that black top, seriously). He lifted his hand from the counter and slowly let one. She yearned for his touch. Lying down face first on the bed, handcuffed and blindfolded; filled only with suspense, but she yearned to be filled with something more. A finger entered her from behind and she moaned at his touch. He explored her wet little hole with a single finger at first and then two as he pushed her head down harder into the pillow in front of her.He firmly grabbed her ass and spanked her with vigor and intent, only for her to moan more, simply filled with bliss from his firm. Once we were finished, I picked up our clothes. She stayed on the couch. Semen leaked out of her gaping cunt onto the carpet. The old Holly always needed a tissue so she could scrub my semen off her skin. A fight would ensue if any got on the furniture. This slutty doppelganger didn't need a tissue. She laid there on the couch in a silent revelry. Her grin didn't fade even when the semen began to drip and plop onto the floor. I sat bare assed on the recliner and faced her as I dressed. She.