I have her body, I thought looking at myself inthe big mirror attached to her closet door. I smiled and looked for myfull slip. Yes, MY slip. I sli... it over my new curves. I loved thesatiny feel against my nylon covered legs. I cupped my breasts and feltthem through the slip and bra for a moment, they were so big. Just likeKatherine's, I smiled. Of course hers were the product of age, geneticsand nursing two kids.I sat down at her vanity, she had taken some of her cosmetics on hertrip,. He had a feeling that something else was going on besides a discussion about fishing or working on a house.“Great, I’ll stop by on Saturday,” Tim said. He took a bite out of his lunch and watched Mike while chewing.“Wear some old clothes. The work is still mighty dirty,” Mike warned him. Over the weekend they had only gotten about a third of the wallboard up. The panels that went on the ceilings were killers.“I used to work in construction while going through school,” Tim said shrugging his. The carpet itched against her thighs so she pulled the short dress under her legs as she settled down to watch."Now, let me introduce you to Julie and Juan" said Maria, sitting down next to her uncle. "Both of them were refugees that we found as part of the international effort. They've got their papers to travel, and wanted to thank you with their little show!" Mild applause followed, giving Lauren a chance to determine the sincerity of the two teenagers. Both looked as though they came from. Wrapping the towel around her body, she made her way back into the guest room, and went to get dressed. She found her clothes from the previous day folded neatly by her bag. This threw her. Until then, she’d convinced herself she’d just blacked out and couldn’t remember the night before for whatever reason, and what she thought had happened was an alarmingly vivid nightmare. The fact her clothes were folded meant something had occurred. She had never folded dirty clothing in her life. Once.