I’m still me.”She nodded. Standing there, unmoving, she set her hands on his where they sat on her hips, and she caressed his knuckles lightly.“... am sorry, my love, for keeping you at a distance. That night, where another person’s eyes looked back at me through yours, was ... painful. For a brief moment, I felt as Beatrice does now.”He flinched. Ouch.“It’s not going to change me, or take me over, or anything like that. The worst that’ll happen is it makes an appearance when it’s time to fight. Can we make it a slumber party? With finger food, games, and so on?" She noticed Annabel and Amelia hovering in the background. "You older girls can join us, as you are not THAT much older." She paused, and brightened. "Well, if you want, you can be surrogate mothers, to keep the girls under control – if you can!"Annabel looked at Amelia. "Why not, Amelia? I have to go to the hospital soon, so it may be my last chance of fun for a while, to let my hair down. Twins will keep me busy in the near. There was an honest-to-gosh vision standing in front of him. She had long, thick auburn hair that went down nearly to her butt. Her eyes were blue, but not the normal baby-blue, these were a deep, rich shining blue. Her smile was bright and beaming, she had high cheekbones on a truly lovely face. Her lips were full and the brightest shade of red he had ever seen. Cheryl was tall, likely about 5’10’ and everything seemed to be in the right place. She was wearing tanned slacks and a tight. ”“Yeah, I thought it was too.” I waited for her to respond – I wasn’t sure what to say next. Tara went ahead and said what we both must have been thinking. “Do you want to do it again?” she asked. “I mean, play with ourselves together like yesterday?”Hearing her ask that question made my hard penis twitch in my pants. “Yeah, if you are okay with it,” I said.Tara smiled and squeezed my thigh. “Sweet. So which photo set should we use? You tell me another of your favorites.”I glanced at the screen.