Mr. Babysitter...."She said slowly leaving and closing the door. We kept ourselves there....looking at each other...."I feel used..."Aky said."Same he...e..."Both me and Mark said."I...need a bath...."Mark said moving up."We'll be right there!" I said as Aky moved to me and I got on the sofa."You know...she kinda was right...I really like you...like. I’ve never felt like this before Matt....I guess...I guess I love you...."Aky said looking at me."Yeah...Sorry I had to involve you two in. My favourites were the tiny little g-strings that were so small they hid nothing at all of her beautiful hairless lips, instead nestled in between them absorbing the moisture that had seeped into them throughout the day.She would always smile at me and lean back against the sink when we got into the kitchen, waiting for the question that she knew I'd ask,"Can I take your panties off please mummy?"She'd pretend to think about it for a moment or two, but the answer was always the same,"All right. She needed relief. Stacy apparently sensed the need and like a girl schooled in acrobatics found a way to place her feet on the floor and support herself while she explored Claire's neck with kisses and let her tongue journey to Claire's breasts. Claire undid her bra and her tits hung freely. Stacy sucked on one nipple and then the other and circled it with her tongue. Yes, a puppy. Claire stroked Stacy's hair. "You're beautiful." "Thank you." Stacy's reply was breathy and as soft as her. "I can't callmyself that!" Then why not just call yourself 'Le Lune?'" I asked her." 'Le Lune?'" the woman asked. "I jut might do that. If you drop thespace between the 'Le' and the 'Lune,' you get the name Lelune - andthat's what I'll call myself." That's perfect, your Worship!" I told her. "Or should I say Lelune?" Lelune is fine, thank you, Aaron!" Lelune said proudly.* * *A few hours later, Lelune's physician confirmed that her uncannytransformation was, indeed, a permanent one and that.