It sprayed throughout the pot and I had todry my bum. As I rose I looked into the mirror. It was as if mywife had a twin sister who looked back at me... It wasn't my wifebecause I could see the scar on my shoulder I got at the age of10 when I fell off a fence. I left the bathroom, still wearing myboxer. I put on a shirt and trousers but it didn't fit the way itfitted like before. Two boobies were pointing out to remember methat I now was a full woman. The only thing I could do was waitfor my. “Speaking of supper, I had better check on the steaks or we’ll be eating charcoal,” he joked, grabbing a plate and disappearing to the garage. Wendy followed Karen into the kitchen.“Anything I can help you with?” She asked, wanting to be quickly accepted.“Sure, you can get an extra plate out of the cupboard,” she directed with her hand.“Do you mind a potato done in the microwave?”“Not at all,” she smiled.Karen washed off a potato and added it to the other two. She added some extra frozen. I was a minor and they could not enforce the loans I took or the money they spent on me. I moved out the day after I graduated from high school and think I have done pretty well for myself. I paid them back as soon as I could, as a thank you.”“What about affection.”“There wasn’t any in my family. My parents made a business deal and had a child to get their trust funds.”“Anyone else in your family?”“Not that I ever met.”“What about their parents, or brothers and sisters?”“Not that I ever. Still is as a matter offact. I lay back on that gorgeous chaise longue and idly caressed mytrembling, taffeta sheathed body with taffeta gloved hands, exploringthe soft curve of tender breast and hard, throbbing nipple. Then myhands slid down, whispering over the bodice of the gown to slide,gently, insistently, over the hard tube of flesh that pulsated,throbbed, beneath the satin prison that was my elegant, utterly sensual,corset.I was so hot again, but this was a different kind of heat. It was.