They told me to slide tothe edge, spread my legs, and pull my cheeks apart as Cindy held a largehand mirror between my legs and they burst into hyster...cs from the look onmy face. I could not believe what I saw! Cindy had drawn a perfect pictureof a pussy between my ass cheeks with my asshole as the center."How do you like your new pussy?" asked Tiffany as they all broke downlaughing like hyenas.After several minutes they finally regained their composure enough todecide that they were running. You still feel wonderfully alert, but now you’re letting go of the real world around you and letting your imagination run free. ‘Perhaps you can imagine a face for me, in the smoke. Just let the swirling, billowing currents shape the patterns of the smoke into my eyes, my lips speaking to you. It’s so easy to picture my smile, the smoke curling around to form my body-I’m exactly how you picture me, and that makes perfect sense because your mind is creating that image right now. It’s so. ’ She smiled at me. ‘Half an hour in the sun, a swim, and then take me home. ‘You sure?’ I said, looking back over my shoulder. She bent forward and kissed my cheek. ‘Certain,’ she said. ‘Pass the food, please.’ We ate, we chatted, we even played ball with the kids and their moms, twenty-somethings, tanned and friendly, and we both of us avoided any mention of what might happen when I took Carol home. The moment came, and we packed our things up and, hand in hand, made our way back to the. Mind you, Debra was not hard to look at. She was incredibly cute with bright sparkling brown eyes, a compact girlish figure, short wavy dark hair and a huge impish grin that would just light up my soul every time she flashed it. She had looks, but she had that certain something extra that made you look deeper. She had charisma.Depression never draped itself over Debra's day the way it sometimes did mine. I could be moody and taciturn and sometimes took my job as a social worker home with me. I.