He loves me to do my nails and come home and ask him what you think of this color. Well his answer is always the same it look good going up and down o... my dick lol. So every time I go ahead and give him a good jacking until he shoots his hot load every where. Well to my surprise I drive up and noice my friends car is there. I thought it was weird but she always wear tight clothes and shirts that her huge tits hang out of usually and my husband is always watching her and I do notice a big. Betty answered Mary Lou loud enough for us to hear. “Yes, Honey, there is lube in my nightstand and just one bag of chips. Take water, no tonic this late at night.”Mary Lou went to the kitchen and got a bag of chips and two bottles of water, then off to her mother’s bedroom before she disappeared back into her bedroom and shut the door.I couldn’t sit here and not ask any longer, “Betty, How come you are so comfortable with what is going on in Mary Lou’s bedroom?”“First of all, Mary Lou has. And got up and walked over and uncovered it and slipped into it. Come on. she said and I took off the cover and slipped in across from her. The bikini was not very much of a cover since my dark nipples showed through the sheer yellow material. Oh that is nice. she said and came over to me in the tub handing another glass of wine. Do you mind if I take off my suit? she said and I said, Well, only if I can take mine off too. She laughed and giggle, Of course Dear, I was hoping you would want to.. (nanomage) XoYo, I agree, personality and memory are what makes us who we are, at the most fundamental level. In my paltry selection of stories, I always leave the original identity intact.(BDerksen) Same here. In fact, I've only killed off one character in the entire corpus of my work. And that was with an ordinary bullet. :)I've had a story idea sitting in the back of my mind for a while now involving a wizard going on trial for "murder" after wiping someone's mind like that.(XoYo) I'd like.