My thighs are thick and my honey pot in between my thighs is still soaking wet. My fingers trail into my panties and slide through my folds. I let out...a small inaudible moan. I close my eyes and remember the way it felt to have my uncle's eyes on my almost naked body. My body feels electric as I finger myself and pinch one of my nipples. I hear the bedroom door open and I open my eyes to see who's in the next room. My uncle is smirking as his eyes follow my hand in the mirror."You're so. .The door swings opens, and there's my Mistress looking like a beautiful goddess as she stands there looking down to me wearing her pink see-through nightie with only a little black set of her bra and thong to cover up her modesty. She smiles and begins to descend down the grey stone steps towards me."Hello there, stanger." She greets me with a giggle. "Have you been enjoying your time alone?" "Hello Mistress Chrissy," I reply, "not really, I've been missing you and missing serving you in any. "Next time I'll take some more of that." I wash my face with cold water squeeze Purel onto the remnants of thesoggy toilet paper. The cum is dripping into the seam where the tightsports bra meets my stretched breast skin. I wipe under the fabric, andwish desperately that I could use the grimy shower. But to do so wouldrisk a devastating infection.I smile ingratiatingly at the medico, who has pulled up his pants and iswaiting by my bed. "That was yummy. You have a big load for a, um..,for a. " I'm afraid I don't have good news to report," she replied. "Mr. Finkleand I have been watching the television reports come in. There's a lotof confusion yet, but it seems as though something happened globally.People all over the world have suddenly traded bodies at random withother nearby people."I glanced at the muted television and two burly men in flannel shirtsand workbelts sitting behind an anchor desk. Probably the two newsanchors had swapped with cameramen or lighting technicians or.