Just as I thought. It was a poem. One that I had never seen before. Settling back on my couch, my towel draped across my lap, I stared at my fingers a...d let my mind wander. Who was doing this and why? I thought of all the females in my life. None of them would, or even could, do this. The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. After gazing at the ceiling and getting a headache from attempting to get a grasp on this, I gave up and got up. Back in the bedroom, I dressed and headed. "Now don'thesitate to call if there are any complications, or if you aren't happy.In any event, I expect to be invited to dinner before you change back."With much thanks from myself and Natalie, Rachel left us so I could dressmyself. Natalie had brought along a pair of her purple silk panties forme to wear. Though I had worn them a couple of times for Natalie, theyhad never fit quite like this before. It was then that I noticed anotheralteration."Is it my imagination, or did you make my ass. I continued to stroke my cock as she played with her dripping we pussy lips. She smiled as she slowly slid one finger knuckle deep into her glistening snatch. A second finger soon joined the first.“How much longer do you think you can keep this up,” she asked as she moaned with pleasure.“As long as need be,” I replied. “My longest time edging was a little over eight hours.”“Mmm, I don't think I'm going to make you wait too long,” she purred.She was vigorously fingering her pussy, her hand. I slowly opened the door. Emma stood there, raindrops in her hair sparkling in the soft hallway light. I reached for my pad and pen.“?” I wrote.“Shut up” she wrote with a smile. “Not a word.” Her hands moved in a flurry, the expressions on her face signalling a strange mix of emotions I couldn’t fathom. I was lost but somehow managed to decipher a certain softness in her. Beneath that, some kind of tension I couldn’t quite grasp. Then she dropped her raincoat to the floor.She just stood there,.