We were totally joined now, but there was no movement, just a connection. Emotional, physical. I felt her hand come up to cup my cheek, and her mouth ...pened softly, whispering one word..."Eimear..." her lips formed the word, and a bolt of fear went through me. I looked down at her body, and saw the soft auburn hair that marked where I was joined to her. Trish's hair was brown.I looked into her eyes, and felt the love there. I knew suddenly that this wasn't Trish. It was her body, but there was. We just stare at Gertrude."Do it now, and get the fuck out of here!" Gertrude yells."Smack the bitch," I tell Amy Sue as I make my way to the back door. "I don't know if she's lying or telling the truth. But I want to get the fuck out of here now. Now, smack her while I fire the mother fuckin' car up."TWACK!PLOP!"OK, bitch," Amy Sue yells to me as she comes running out the door and jumps in the car. "I hope I didn't kill her. I don't trust Horatio, so but let's make the most of this opportunity. Then, after dinner, Stepmother told her to go and bring Daddy to her office. He seemed peeved to leave his stamps, but answered the summons without comment. Cindy was surprised, moments after he had gone in and closed the office door, to hear the metronome clacking away at what she now recognized as his special rhythm. The goal of this occurrence was evident; he would sleep while the party was going on downstairs.The doorbell rang about eight-thirty while Cindy was bringing up the laundry from. Jolie was lying nude front of me for the first time since she was a toddler; only she didn’t look like she did back then. I touched her on the knee then pulled my hand up the inside of her thighs to the junction of her legs. Jolie shifted slightly, moving her legs apart as I rubbed my long finger on the soft lips of her pussy. I was overheating, my heart was bruising against my ribs, my balls were vibrating as I gazed at her pubic hair. She trimmed her mat thin and from inside her legs, I.