Should I scoot over or not? Something is happening and I can feel the energy in his touch. I think I am enjoying it. After a few bites I feel his hand...on my knee. Is this really happening or am I making it up? I drop my hand to my knee; yes, his hand is really there. Do I want to move it or do I want to leave it there? I choose to let it remain and focus my thoughts and sights on Ken. I continue to eat as if nothing is happening when I feel his hand start to glide very slowly almost like he is. He then said if I was happy for there not to be a chaperone he could continue and asked me go behind the curtain, remove all my clothes, lay down on the examining table and cover myself with the blanket provided.I stripped off, placed my clothes on the chair by the side of the bed, as I pulled my panties down, the crotch was so wet it stuck to my pussy, I wanted to wipe myself but could not see anything to do it with. I had just got myself covered when he asked if it was okay to come in, which. ‘Oh welcome Buck. How wonderful to see you again.’ She stepped forward to meet him but the woman who’d backed up behind her was standing on the hem of Gloria’s floor length patio dress. It was largely ripped from her but she walked on bravely with most of the bodice intact and a strip of the dress handing over her rear. People around her including her mother looked rather shocked until Buck coming forward yelled, ‘Is there a dressmaker in the house?’ Everyone cracked up. Obviously encouraged,. She smiled slightly to push that thought away. "I only turnpeople into trees if they deserve it, Paul. No, you will remainhuman and take the place of one of our temporary residents.You'll be given a new and rewarding life to live as your own aslong as you follow the golden rule of loving everyone as you wantto be loved." Sounds wonderful," I said honestly.The Judge narrowed her eyes slightly at me. "It can be Paul, if,and when, you accept who you become. That's the hard part,living as.