I can drug you and take you into the kitchen and turn on the gas - everyone will say, "Poor Laura Petrie - the marriage of her friend drove her to thi...!" I will cry most sincerely at your funeral. Just think about that until I return in the morning. Right now, I am going to see MY fiancee - she is expecting me to tell her how my meeting with her best friend went. Also, from what I know, she's also expecting me in her bed. I don't want to keep a lady waiting. Ah, you're crying - well that's what. It had a plunging neckline to her belly button and showed off her cleavage perfectly. It was slit up both sides to her waist proving that she wasn’t wearing any panties either. Her nipples stood out proudly as I stared at them.I was provided with some of her husband’s clothes. I was not allowed to wear underwear either so I put on a shirt, suit pants, suit coat, and a tie. Then we all went downstairs barefooted.Georgia ordered a dinner from a fancy restaurant to be delivered then we started to. I cupped and massaged his smooth balls, while I tried my best to swallow his cock. I shook my head so I could take him further and deeper down my throat. He finally came in my mouth. The man could certainly come. He came bucket loads. I started to gag with how much come came out. “Swallow all of my hot cream. Or I shall be upset with you.” I swallowed all of his hot cream and I could see that he was very pleased with me. “I have an apartment that your mother does not know about. I want you. My vision seemed different. Thebang on the head? The taste in my mouth? Blood? Or what? I coulddefinitely smell perfume. Was that lipstick I could taste? As I movedmy head I noticed out of the corner of my eye a lock of brown hair.Long brown hair. Something was very wrong.I could begin to feel a number of sensations. Weight on my chest. Astrap across my back. As I looked downward I could see that I waswearing the grey t-shirt that Madeline had been wearing. And I appearedto have breasts.