Focus. It's that man she spoke of. He's why I need to go. That PierreSatyr. It was his voice that called me. She says I know him. Somethinghappen...d. I have only two hours and I'm not even sure what to do, where to begin.How can I possibly be here, dressing as her, sensing her? Tea doesn'thelp. I pour a glass of wine. I don't think I've stopped smoking. Ok.Ok. Ok.The closet has that dress. I know exactly where it is. I take it out onits hanger. I can tell Jen might not have worn. A pert and cute set of breasts, graciously curved buttocks, and a feminine form that could rival the statues of Ancient Rome. What sculptor carved her, and from what stone of the earth itself I thought. She looked at my eyes with that smile, no make up ran, for none had been needed for her. She was beautiful as God Himself created her. She took me up a paved walkway to the front door of what seemed like a town home and she opened the door. Across the darkened entry we walked, past her. My husband comes out shortly after and smacks Liam on the shoulder as he greets him saying, “Have a great night Liam”. Liam stammers, “you too Mr. ----“. As we back out of the driveway I give a small wave and a smile to Liam, who waves back and begins to quickly type on his phone. I can only imagine the group of young boys who will be sleeping over Liam’s tonight.Driving into the dark night my husband asks what Liam thought of the outfit. “What do you think”, I say and we share a good. I could hear the bed creak under them.I prayed, 'Oh Goddess, give me strength to last another ten minutes, just another ten minutes.'Janice bucked, bounced and in one blood-curdling cry told me she’d finally cum. He roared like a bull and shuddered violently. Janice raised herself off him; let me see what he’d done to her. I could see that cock as it convulsed, shot ropes of semen into her spasming pussy. It dribbled out of her lips, down her thighs.I fought the urge to throw up. I took a.