However there was something enigmatic about all the Jackson’s and she had enjoyed giving Aaron his tennis lessons loving the way he was so polite, a...ways calling her Mrs. Harris despite her insisting he could call her Stella, after all he was 20. In addition most of her friends in the community had commented about the fact they had been over to the Jackson’s for coffee once or twice and she felt her standing as number 1 in the community was under serious threat.Meanwhile over at the Jackson. Before I could even tell her the good news, she was giving me the bad news.“Jack, I’m sorry, but I have to work late again tonight.”“Again? This is the third time this week, and I’ve got...”“Jack, you know I’m up for promotion, and this project might be the final piece to get it for me. I’ll make it up to you this weekend. Love you,” and she was gone.Yeah, she’d “make it up to me.” If I put all the time she had to make up to me together, we wouldn’t do anything else for a year.With all these. “Here you go, the bathroom is just over the hall and I go get you some fresh towels, don't worry about using the bathroom I have one in my room so you've got it all to yourself” I said with a little smile trying to lighten the mood. I left to go get her some fresh towels from the cupboard.When I got back to the room Joy had removed her coat and was sat on the bed. “Gareth I don't have anything to sleep in, do you have an old t-shirt I could use please?” Joy asked“Yeah of course, it might be a. I knew it was Linda doing it, but it felt strange and I wondered if that’s the way it felt to be possessed. Looking into Linda’s face, I saw how much pleasure she got from surrogating my legs and I couldn’t say anything. Hell, if I could have cut my legs off and transplanted them on Linda, I would have – and gladly. Then, a few minutes of her wiggling my legs and I began wiggling something else. “Oo-OO-ooh!” she giggled, squirming her sweetly rounded butt on my stiffening prick. “You did it,” I.