'It's the mother-lode; Names and dates of all of the bitches' lovers, and photos to boot." This could take down a lot of people," One of them stated, ...humbing a photo in his hand. The photo was one of Chris, engaged in an obvious 69 with a naked man. The man's blue uniform with badge, lay in a heap at the foot of the bed."Hey, isn't that..." a man asked glancing over the others shoulder."Ohhh yeaaa," came the response.Chris did not hear the commotion. She was drying off and throwing on some. I thanked her, levered myself somehow out of the armchair’s grasp and left. As I drove back home, I reflected on how Stephanie’s life had been blighted by resentment and hatred. Better to let go and look ahead, and talking of looking ahead, there was now something to talk to Ann about. There would be no going back to her after what I had learned. However, at the back of my mind, there was a niggle. It was intensely annoying: whenever I made progress, something at the back of my mind niggled. She ground her ass against my cock as I started to breathe heavy.Then she leaned back against me. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts. As I squeezed her tits she craned her neck back and kissed me again. This time I plunged my tongue between her lips and into her mouth. I felt her tease my tongue with hers.She grabbed my hand and pushed it down to her pussy. She guided my hand and I rubbed her pussy through the fabric of her panties. I started to thrust against her while I. I reached up through my mane of ebony hair and found that, yes, I was still wearing the earrings. They had not fallen off during my metamorphosis as I had expected! I ran my hands over the sensuous curves of my body one more time, said a little prayer to any god that was listening, and undid the clasps of the earrings. The effect was instantaneous! With far less intensity than before, I felt my body begin to rearrange itself again. All the sensations I had felt minutes before occurred again,.