.. they can help, right? Tell me about my past...? Help me to remember...? Will that trigger old mem--" There are no people to trigger anything," I cu... in. "You were found wandering the streets, no ID, nothing to identify where you came from or where you were going. The FBI both ran your finger prints and DNA. No hits. There's been no missing persons claim. I'm sorry to tell you this, but we don't know who you are or where you came from ... and it's unlikely that we ever will."I set a neatly. . like a very weird sister or something!" she said with a little smile.Then she stood up and moved around in front of me and a few feet back from me."And until then..." she said, and she started to undress as I watched.That day she was wearing the same white dress she had worn the day we met. And as she began, I could see how she got to be so good at her former job.I could also understand a lot better how Dad became so enamored of her. Porsche slipped one of the thin spaghetti straps off her. As I opened the first email I was astounded. The wife was absolutely beautiful; firm shapely breasts, a tight tummy, a beautiful shaved pussy with her inviting lips protruding and a great shot of her bent over with an inviting ass beckoning me. The husband was no less impressive. He looked handsome, had a musclely torso, a decent sized cock and was (like myself) quite hairless all over.We began to exchange text messages, firstly just myself and the husband then the wife joined in. We exchanged. I must be doing something right.She kept one hand on the wall for balance but the other remained tangled in my hair. I slid my finger in and out, but only to the second knuckle. Didn't seem like she wanted more since she raised up on her tip-toes when I tried to slide any more in. How could she take a cock? Was it possible that, in this day and age, this sexy young woman could be a virgin?Her moans grew louder and she ground her crotch into my face. Her damn panties kept getting in the way. I.