“Don’t be silly,” I said. “You have as much right to be here as I do. I don’t mind your seeing me naked if you don’t mind my seeing you.�...I looked at him steadily. He looked to be just under six feet tall, with brown eyes and blondish-brown hair and several days’ growth of whiskers on his tanned face. He was not quite handsome but I liked his looks anyway.After a few moments’ hesitation, he shrugged off his pack, got out a towel and hung it on a branch. Then he began to undress.When he got down. He walked upstairs to their bedroom and opened the closet.He gazed at his wife's dresses. At 5'6" tall they were boththe same height so he figured he shouldn't have anydifficulty fitting into one of the dresses.He then thought about going the whole route: panties,nylons and makeup as well. So he stripped his clothes offand walked into the bathroom. He removed a tube of hiswife's depilatory cream from the medicine cabinet andsmeared it all over his legs, arms and hands. James thenstepped into. Mumbled protests from Sirah as I grab the rug and drag her to the room down the hall she rolls over and smells deeply, The burning candles around the perimeter softly light the room adding calming scents of lavender. I crawl on top of her ass and whisper that now she is warmed up we can really play hard as I loop some rope around her ankles, bent at the knees and looped around her arms her back is bent slightly as I roll her on her side. I inform Sirah that now she can take a nap and that. .” John's eyes soften again. “...you're wrong. I'm not a monster. I'm just a person, protecting someone he cares about.” he continues, cradling Amy's face in his hands, tilting it upward towards his. Her lips part slightly as his lips pressed against hers. Amy runs her hands through is hair, as his arms wrap around her waist. This isn't how either of them had thought things would go when they'd planned their meeting. Infact their meeting was to be closer to the attack Amy had experienced.