"Can I have some juice?" asked the post lady, tipping more orange onto Ami's left breast and letting it run into her open mouth, making a loud slurpin... noise.It was clear that Ami was creaming as her twin sister pushed two fingers between her bare thighs, pulled them out, and sucked the stickiness off.After Dad helped her finish the toast, she rummaged around in the package, pulling on a beautiful shiny transparent grey boob tube over her licked clean breasts. It did nothing to disguise her. You looked up at me and smiled. I continued rubbing your shoulders and bent down to gently kiss the nape of your neck. I felt you shiver as my lips brushed against your skin. I kissed your neck again more lingeringly, then whispered the suggestion of a bath. I kissed your sweet lips then went to run your bath water. I put some of your favorite bath foam in the running stream of warm water. I also lit candles all around the bathroom to give it a soft glow. Retrieving you from your work, I led. It wasn’t Chantelle, nor any other person. Now, she was her, that essence, it looks, sounds, tastes. By osmosis, her imprinted onto him. He rises up, but he never loses contact with her. She thinks, idly, about how before this she hated to kiss her own desire off a man’s face, but it’s nothing. She would do anything, say anything, to kiss him now, and when he does, she swoons into the embrace, not fainting but losing herself into him. Neither can think, can ascribe where one of them ends and. " Susan replied."Yes, she certainly is adorable. One of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Perhaps the most, not counting you of course." Cindy said."You need not stroke my ego. Although you are welcome to stroke anything else. I am fully aware of her beauty. She is the most beautiful I have ever seen. As if an image of the perfect woman were lifted from my mind." Susan said, grinning to herself."What of her mind, what do you see? I can probe no deeper than her memories of when you led.