At night, in the privacy of my home, I began totry on my wife's clothes, noting those that I could wear with minimalalterations to myself or the cloth...s, and those that would require morechanges. It took me almost two weeks to prepare, two long weeks inwhich I wondered many times, if I was doing the right thing, but alwaysdriven by a constant hatred for the man that had stolen my family away.Using the catalog as a road map, I managed to take my own measurements,writing them down carefully,. “You're great granddaughter is beginning to learn all about soccer; she's been kicking a lot today.Ooooo... that was a good one; you want to feel?”I pulled the stopper from the drain and dried my hands on the t-towel, “I sure do; that girl and I are gonna be the best buddies in the country.”I dropped all the way to my knees as Desi raised her shirt. Needless to say, I was shocked, but very pleased to see her lift it all the way over her high, firm tits. When I cocked my head to the side, raised. Sorry,’ I said awkwardly, looking longingly towards the door. I tried to avoid students, whenever I could. ‘It’s OK. I was wondering… I mean, this is all such a strange concept for me, but… are we going to talk about the moral implications of this technology?’ She surprised me with that. It was well and truly an original question. I stammered a moment, casting about for a pat answer. ‘The morality of scientific discovery is a little outside my field,’ I finally suggested. Her eyes flashed with. I opened the door. The robe fantasy faded and gave way to another fantasy; Erica sat cross-legged on the side of the bed, in a sexy outfit that didn’t look like honeymoon lingerie to me. Rather than the traditional white of new brides, Erica’s attire was completely black. She wore stockings that came up mid thigh, held up by garters that connected to the bottom of a lacy corset that pushed her perfect tits together. Her panties were black too, though they were only there as a formality; they.