Rick answered the door. He looked distracted. "Hey, Amanda... Becky's not home yet." Really? She said she was coming straight home today, I'm sorry," ... lied. "Care if I hang out til she gets home?" uhh... sure... yeah.. come in. Excuse the mess."His wife never cleaned house. I would clean house. Wonder if she sucks his dick. Rick's dick. God that made me wet thinking about it. "Where's....the 'wifey'?" She went to church."Sweet.So Rick how about you and me go fuck in your bed while your wife is. Because I had just lived her life, I had all of her memories in my head! All of her emotions had run through my heart. All of her sensations had been experienced by *me*. She was a part of me now, inside me. I had lived her life too, and her memories were no different from mine. But there was more too. I already explained how I had been a woman many times, enjoying sex. That was part of me also, along with all the books I had read as me (when I was the cheerleader for example), and the ones I. It tickled. ‘Hello?’ he said to the operator. ‘Hi, who’s this?’ she asked. ‘I’m Ben.’ ‘Not tonight, pal. Tonight you’re Charles. It’s a nice romantic name, which our female callers like. Now what’s your name?’ ‘Charles.’ ‘Great. Did you watch Jenny’s performance? Do you have any questions?’ ‘No, I think I got it.’ ‘Remember, be sure to say the woman’s name over and over again. Make it personal. So you came here tonight with Karen. She was really good with her caller, wasn’t she?’ ‘Oh. She screamed occasionally as she rested her head between her father’s legs, her eyes a dreadful red, her blonde hair now a matted mess over her face.Lauren realised that the car smelt dreadful and that even with the windows open, she felt ill. She began to retch again, shivering in the cold night air as she hung out of the window. She collapsed back onto the seat, hugging herself with her arms around her stomach as she tried to control the spasms. She looked into the mirror to see her father.