We headed home in the dark as I sat alone in the backseat. I still had the taste of cum in my mouth and could smell it in my sinuses too. Today had be...n such a nice day having got to ride in a boat and ride an inner tube behind it with both parents. I was thinking how things had been in the past, usually with just a foster mom someone who never seemed to care about me. Or worse at the group home where I got stabbed and sent to the hospital for the first time. So how was this as a home? Parents. My wife was wearing a dress, heels and sheer pantyhose. She often does her nails in red, and wears red lipstick with it. There is something about the red color that arouses the primal in men, it’s like a sexual neon sign saying “Come fuck me”. She enjoys being looked at, appreciated, desired. I knew he would find her desirable, he had, after all, enjoyed her fully before. We drank, danced, and talked. He was lit when we got there, before we left she was too. He had spent the evening making. So she was feeling like Goldilocks, there were clothes that were 'too large and clothes that were too small' but there were no clothes that were 'just right'.Her search continued downstairs, checking every hidey hole and closet on that level and she found nothing. Her mom had the car, so she could not check the trunk. But, she had changed out of summer shorts, underwear and a t-shirt into her swim suit when she got to the bungalow, so she was not mad or suffering heat stroke, she HAD to have. "Ofcourse her memories were tampered with, it was part of the process. Aprocess she asked for and we gave to her. I fail to see how this is anyreal news," she responded accusingly."Well, yes... there is that but I am afraid that it goes much deeperthan that. During the process we were able to go to that point and a bitbeyond. Were you aware that she is MC?"Mrs. Everett was running out of patience with the Doctor and it showedin her voice. "She most certainly is not, we had to do a battery.