Slip your dress off for aminute."He took off his apron, then his dress, standing there in just his corsetand undies. She pulled down the bra half cups...and removed the breastforms with some solvent. She had refitted them about once a week eversince he had been a maid, but he hadn't noticed that over the time theyhad become just a little smaller, each time she replaced them. Now shethrew them away, letting his own breasts rest back in the half cups, tofind that they almost fitted perfectly. At. "I had to admit that she was precious. She was a tiny little girl, her growth,no doubt, stunted by such a long stay in the bed. Still, her pretty littleface was peaceful in its repose. Her parents had allowed Ivy's strawberryblonde hair to grow while in the coma. She was clad in cute pink pajamaswith the footies.I could tell from the bulge that there was a diaper on underneath.Henri had the decency to allow me a moment alone with my new self. Hejust touched me on the shoulder, as a gesture. Once they got back on the highway, Collins pulled out his story and picked up where he left off. Her mind, although focused on the matter of driving, was taking a detour into this fantasy that her soon to be lover was unveiling and she soon found herself caressing her breast and again getting a rather wet crotch. She didn’t know that Collins had stopped reading from the story he wrote, but continued on with a story telling as he sat and mused over how horny she was getting in front of him. She. Pierre Satyr will be there. Its so important forher. And the fact that I know him. She tells me to look sharp...to tells meof a dress I should wear...other things, personal things...intimate. Shetells me I need to get laid. And she says it vulgarly, explicitly in away only a woman could joke to another woman. Focus. It's that man she spoke of. He's why I need to go. That PierreSatyr. It was his voice that called me. She says I know him. Somethinghappened. I have only two hours and.