“Lucy…” the woman replied, hesitantly. “No, I’m sorry, she isn’t here.” She smiled down at Daphne with an air of almost maternal delight...“But she works here, doesn’t she – Lucy Kuiper? She was there when I had my accident: she was just over the road.”“Yes, she was,” replied the other woman, approaching closer. She was smaller, thin and very pale-skinned, her light blue hair tied back in a simple ponytail. She appeared to have pointy ears, like an elf. Daphne did a double-take, shutting her eyes. Why should I care how she took care of this body when it was hers? It's mine now and I had more than enough supplies to take care of it.I stepped out of the panties and walked over to the dresser still in the garter belt, hose and heels. With the woman's body dead I took possession of her things. None of them fit the old me so I just filed them away. After sizing my new self up I realized, though the woman wasn't as beautiful as I was now. We did share the same measurements.After over an hour. I stood up and applied the oil to my own exposed skin, especially those blindingly white areas that have always been covered by my bikini. I went over to the pool shower and rinsed my hands off and dried them on a towel.I returned to my seat and started reading the book he brought out for me. I have mixed emotions about this. I’m curious about the book. But I have to be honest. The main reason I’m reading it is because I hate that he has such a low opinion of me.I was put off when the first. She began to beg for my mouth; to suckle her nipples. It was exciting to have these wonderfully hardened nips salivating my mouth.Francine was moaning and asked that I finger her in every hole. Her cunt was juicy and pink, a flawless piece of art; a flower petal. My fingers rubbed her clit and G spot and she wanted more and more of it. I didn't want to her cum right away; I wanted to show her how I could please her with my tongue. She spread her legs as wide as she could anchor herself. Her.