. finger me, Ross, finger me."He felt the soft velvet of Monica's pussy as he frigged her. Her eyes glanced alternately between his face and what she ...ould see of his hand. She gave him little whining moans.His free hand caressed her back, her shoulder, and then her cheek. Monica's tongue barely left her mouth, but it was enough to show her desire. Ross brought his fingers to her lips, and she began sucking the middle one... the one who's twin was inside her."Oh Ross," she moaned between sloppy. "I know that lastnight I thought that colour hair suited me," I thought to myself, 'butI can't really remember how it looked in detail." Almost withoutthinking I took the wig off the stand and adjusted it on my head. Fromthere it was but the work of a moment to add the dangly earrings andpendant necklace.The wig did indeed suit me, and I was standing there admiring myreflection in the mirror when there was a knock on the door. I didn'teven have time to blurt out, "Hang on a minute," before the. I put the bikini on right away, held her hand walking her outside the room saying “I hope you are a good swimmer Alice, we will be playing catch me game?”She said “I dare you, but what would be the dare?” by this time we were by the pool, we both dived in the water;I shouted “the looser would have to take off a piece of her bikini each time.I am a good swimmer, so was she, but she was much younger than me and smaller in body size as well, giving her preference, a few laps in the pool and we. Sleep camefitfully, nightmares of monumental proportions wreaked havoc on mypsyche. I dreamed of myself as a housewife, preparing dinner for myhusband, even pregnant!Morning came, and the entourage of doctors, nurses, the curious, and thedisinterested filled my room in a never ending procession. The professionalstaff incessantly remarked at my excellent progress while congratulatingthemselves on a most innovative solution to a difficult problem. Medicationand the blessed shock of still not.