"I can't tell you that! Please don't ask me to tell you that!" I could tell she meant it."Aren't I going to know anyway when you restore my memory?" I... seemed logical to me."Yes. If I decide to do that. I don't have to. It's up to me. I'm not sure I want to put you through the pain that those memories cause me." God, she was sweet! She would continue to suffer alone, a pain that was overwhelming her, rather that bring me pain. She was also crazy."Megan, you have to restore my memory. This.... Pulling me up close to him, he kissed me, slipping his tongue into my mouth as he ran his hands down and grabbed my ass gently. As our lips parted, he remarked “You have an amazing ass” I pulled away from him, telling him I would be right back as I headed to my bathroom to “freshen up”. As I walked toward the hall, I called out “Why don’t you get more comfortable if you know what I mean. And be a dear and pour me a glass of wine.” He handed me my panties and said “Don’t take too long, I might. A wonderful pink pushup that would enhance her cleavage and gently encase her lovely breasts. Megan strolled over to us, having overheard our conversation, and concurred, asking if Sandy wanted to try it on. I blurted out “Yes, and I’m going to assist her” to which Megan gave me a wicked little grin and said “sure girls, I will show you the way to the fitting room.”We entered the fitting room and Sandy slid the business suit off, exposing her tiny black panties and bra. I reached around her,. The sight of her body had him erect before he got his clothes off. He went to her, fondled her nipples, circled the hard little nubs with his fingers, and kissed them tenderly. He touched her pubic area, stroked the smooth skin surrounding her vagina. She opened her thighs to his touch. The pulse in her throat throbbed and her mouth felt dry as he examined her body with his eyes and hands. She felt the pressure of the blood that engorged her pubes, felt a warm flow over her taint— was it fluid.