I'd have to fix it right away."I know you're right, it just seems so far, so distant." I said."Yes. You only became a real woman last night as you sle...t, and now the femininity is so overwhelming that your male past is blocked out. But in a few days, you will be able to remember most of it." But I don't want to! I like being a woman. This is who I am! Who I was meant to be!" Yes. That is why I picked you to help us. Now if I go and find a woman to preach to men, she has never really understood. " Fiona, what the hell are you trying to tell me?" I ... I um, told my husband about us. He wants ... wants you to watch us again." WHAT!" Be here, tonight. Inside, not outside, at nine o'clock, please!" Click.I panicked. There's no other word for it. Never had I regretted anything more than not having confessed what I'd done to Bob when I had the chance.And now, what? I went about by daily errands like a zombie. Picking up the clothes from the cleaners, doing the weekly shopping, gassing up. Down and around, the touch of my daughters pussy almost beyond ecstasy and once again I had to clamp down on my cock lest I shoot too soon. Suddenly realizing I was having a once in a lifetime experience, I jumped up and ran to my bedroom. Disregarding my flying robe I rushed about the room getting everything I would need to document this night forever. Several minutes later I was back in Almadelias room, the video camera set up at the foot of the bed, additional lighting placed for the best. She remembered waking up on a pile of dirty laundry, warm and surrounded by the smells and sounds of a workshop in full operation. Her chrono said it was on the cusp between night and morning. The time when the air was chilly and crisp, making it the best time to do all the heavy work on a ship, before the day got too warm and muscles got too tired.She'd knotted a few jumpsuits together and hauled herself out of the bag of laundry to jump down the short distance to the floor, far too used to.