Then of course as Barbara’s involvement with Steve intensified she and I hadn’t had any more time together and I had quickly forgotten all about t...em – so when Helen asked me what they were like I had to admit that I had never actually looked at them. ‘Well in that case we’ll watch them together. That’s something we haven’t done before. It might be fun, maybe exciting – and we might learn something too.’ I couldn’t really imagine that there was much left for us to learn but agreed it might be. He carefully lowered the wide straps to my dress as he kissed and licked my neck. He unzipped the back of my dress while he kissed my face and neck. His hands softly caressed my lush body as my dress fell to the floor.I watched as he took off his paint-covered smock and his navy blue shirt. He had a body that rivaled Michaelangelo’s statue of David, chiseled and cut in all the right places. His body impressed I had to touch him and I did. He lustfully looked into my eyes as he reached around. He tried to free himself but the tensionof the ropes and the pain in his arms whenever he attempted to pullhimself off the restraints meant there was nothing much he could do."Oh honey, you're up. How's your arms feeling?" It was Heather's voice.Her pronunciation. Her northern slang. But when she swayed her hips intohis view and turned around to face him, reality came tumbling back.'She' had shed her elegant dress leaving on Heather's black lacy bra,panties and the pair of thigh highs. The cock. " Jeff said walking backwards across the parking lot so that he could face his mother. He didn?thave time to react to a driven driver than swung into the lot, only to plow straight over him."Jane!" Jeff?s mother scream was silenced put by the slicing of metal into flesh and bone."Mother!" screamed Jeff. He noticed his voice was much higher than before. When he touched his throat, he found had Adam?sapple gone."Welcome, Jane." A voice seemed to come from every at once and nowhere in particular..