Monique shifted a little,causing the delicious swell of her buttocks to arch up everso invitingly. I tipped the bottle of lotion over the twinhills of...her backside and let the oil slowly pour over hernaked skin, even allowing some of it to seep into the cleftwhere her thong disappeared.I heard Monique murmur and coo and, when I began torub and kneed the firm, hard muscles of her gloriousbuttocks, she began to moan between short gasps. I was inmy glory, my hands drinking in her buttocks, thighs. We had just started to experience the tingling sensation when the machine abruptly re- materialized in a large open space, like a warehouse. The amount of silver Michael had usually transported was small, so I had hoped that there wouldn't be a reception party.Luckily the warehouse was empty except for a shiny black car. We loaded up in Michael's Model A Sedan and looked for a clue to tell us where we were. Using a map found in the glove box, we found Michael's house in the French Quarter in. " It's fine we don't have to. Today?" mumbled his mother giving him alook then getting right back to work. "Now be still so I can curl yourhair please." Ok and...Good!" said Lee frustrated as she rolled one side of his hairwith a thick silver barrel. "And I just took a girl to the prom! Mandy?Did you forget already?" And I love her!" said his mother letting down the curl. "She fabuloustoo." Again with that word mom," groaned Lee as she rolled up the otherside."Fabulous?" said his mother. A white blouse, short black skirt and high heels complete my outfit. Using a pencil I put my long blonde hair up to keep it out of my face and neck. It’s still dripping wet. I am ready. When I walk into the living room, he turns his head to welcome me with a smile. Almost immediately I see his eyes light up with surprised interest. I know my bra is visible through the thin cloth of my blouse. The skirt is short, but not too short. He looks at me, his eyes fill with desire. He loves the way I.