"I'd love to watch Mark fuck Jean-Baptiste up the butt. Is he a real twink, this husband of yours? I picture him as kind of a pretty boy, if you will,... Ninve kissed both Josie and me."Yes, he basically is. That's precisely why he'd make such a great boy-toy for us," Josie let her leg reach up toward my groin."You sold me on it, even if Mark takes some convincing, which I doubt. I saw a gleam in his eye at the prospect of buggering your husband. I think that our stud has some interest in. It was then I became certain that Jeff was really Jennifer and that she would not go away. In fact, once she got a little peek at the outside world, she would not be denied at all. I tried to put her away or relegate her to an occasional fetish, but it never worked. I even purged all her stuff a time or two. But inevitably the unquenchable need to be Jennifer always came back, and it would come back stronger and quicker each time I tried to deny her.Truth be told, I am glad I attempted to get. WHAP! That little girl hit her ass so hard, I could see it turn beet red in one hot second. Julie gasped and bit her lip. Smiling hit her again.WHAP! Julie gasped again, and her eyes watered.WHAP! Julie sobbed a tiny sob and her tears started.WHAP, WHAP, WHAP ... Three in a row, right on the same spot each time. Julie started crying, and stood rigid. Then over walks Bountiful and grabs the oak switch...PAP! Right on the ass hard, and fuck me if Julie didn't just HOWL out a scream when that one. He had set up Aunt Audrey's dressing and makeup areas for me. He had bought me fresh cigarettes. But the most obvious change, was that in that past 12 hours since I last saw my Uncle, he had removed every picture of his late wife from his house. I asked him where they were, and he walked me out to the fireplace in the back yard. It was full of all of her old photo frames, with all of her photos still in them. Without saying a word, he squirted lighter fluid in the fireplace on the photo frames,.