God, I wish that I had your figure, honey! I can’t get that to save my life. What’s your secret?” a very familiar voice broke through, and then ... heard a scream, “Philip Larusso? As I live and breathe! She’s with you? Holy smokes! Heather Jenkins, class of ‘98 and who might you be?”A plumper than I recalled Heather Larsen, oops, sorry Jenkins, my former classmate was still very much a babe in her buxom way. She had a wedding band on her left hand, but I could tell that she thought that I was. “Come here. I want to kiss you.” She let him draw her up, sliding her body against him, excited beyond anything she’d ever experienced before. He slid his left hand into her hair, fingers resting lightly against the back of her neck while his right hand slid around over her ass. He pulled her to him so he could kiss her, grasping her ass and rocking her against him. His lips were soft and warm against hers. He ran his tongue lightly along her bottom lip before. It had just slipped out. Looking at the boy, she realized his name wasn't Carl anymore. It wasBilly. She briefly remembered naming him herself. She looked up at Billin horror. Their new memories were beginning to take over. Bill picked up the doll and walked over to deposit it in a small box oftoys, and came back, then bent over and kissed Denise on the lips. Shedidn't fight it, then Bill stepped back, and they both looked embarrassed."Sorry about that," Bill mumbled, not really sounding. "Not so fast, slut," one of the guys behind me said, laughing. "This is for his pleasure, not yours." I was pulled back from him, then forced down to my knees, and my face pushed between Roger's legs. The guys held me by the wrists, too, keeping my hands above my head while I licked Roger's cock clean.They made me stand up. "There, did you like that?" one of the guys asked me jovially.I kept my eyes on the floor, but nodded slightly."Good! You can do it again with me," another guy said."I'm.