His body looked like a road map.His wig was covered with splotches of white that coveredhis face and most of corset and stockings ? that was whenBunny...had the whip cream fight; he vaguely remembered themrunning around squirting each other, much to the annoyanceof the others. Purple had told them to take it to thebathroom so that they would not ruin the furniture. Theyhad and now he could see traces of their mayhem on themirror and the floor. It had been fun and ended with kissesuntil Ms Purple. I was throbbing, my dick straining to be free of my pants. She undid them and pulled them down, thrust my dick into her mouth as if she'd never had one before. I think I yelled "jesus", but maybe I just imagined it. This girl could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch! What a fucking blowjob she gave me! I don't think I lasted for more than a minute before I came right into her mouth. She kept on sucking until my head was tender.When she had tasting every last bit of me, she stood up and. This was a memory, but not mine, it was Catherine's. Idecided to call it a "phantom memory." The disturbing fact was thatduring the whole time I was and felt like Catherine. I felt even the painwhen the elbow hit my kidney or when the girls fell over me. I couldn'tthink of me as Carl. It was like my whole male past had been erased.Besides that dreadful feeling, the phantom memory gave me an importantinformation about Catherine. She (that is, as a consequence, me) wasstill a virgin. Distracted. Actually, that is pretty much what happened. We slept through the night, very soundly. As tired as each of us was, we both awakened slightly before the alarm clock was due to go crazy. We looked at each other while our heads were still on the pillows. We smiled, and I asked if she'd like to share a shower. She consented, and off we went to the bathroom.The bath/shower stall was not particularly large, but it didn't matter. After getting the soap, shampoo and conditioner from the vanity, we.