....So far. Deep down, it was something he always wanted.But how could he go to work in lingerie and a blouse? Well, the lingeriewould hopefully be ea...ier because Anna had already caught him wearingthe bra. He hoped she hadn't shared it with anybody, but who knew?Especially now she was throwing her hat into the promotion ring. It wasan embarrassment she might use to get ahead. But the blouse.......He slipped it on, turning like a dog chasing its tail, to check how itlooked. The mirror didn't. .. but... !” I gasped. Stars twinkled before my eyes, the pleasure building and building in me. “What I if don’t want that?”“You do!” Spice’s crotch smacked into my asshole.The pressure swelled in my ovaries. My cock throbbed and ached. I groaned, my heart beating so fast. I groaned at how great this felt. I bit my tongue, whimpering. MILFs flashed in my eyes. Busty women, mature and delicious who needed my futa-dick to please them.An endless stream of fucking. Sucking. I’d go from MILF to. It was her. I was her now.She looked for her cigarettes.I don't really remember everything too clear at first. I really wasout of it. But at some point the "internal me" had written a note:'send email' and taped it to the alarm clock set for 3:30 p.m. Iknow I'd taken a long, long shower. I know I'd opened the suitcase.When the alarm went off, she put on a robe. Her hair had driedunbrushed. With a cigarette between her fingers she opened thelaptop and immediately set up a new email address. . If he’d been drunk, his rage would have been out of control; a half-dozen guns pointing at him wouldn’t have stopped him and he’d be dead now. Might have been better.”“Maybe. Is he gone?”“Oh yeah, he’s gone. We held him at gunpoint until the police came, so about now he should be in jail; one of the cops, a Sargent, said that with my restraining order, his earlier vandalism of my car, and his record, he’d probably get some jail time.”“Oh darn, huh? A long time, I hope.”“Probably not over thirty.