’ ‘You have good humor Anna. Here we are. Easy to park here during the day.’ In the room Oliver scratched his head and said, why don’t you tak... off your skirt and shirt and I’ll sponge the blood off them?’ ‘Funny boy Oliver,’ she said, holding up her panties. ‘Wrap these in newspaper and trash them.’ Anna looked better with the blood removed but not so pretty with all the make-up gone. She made some calls while Oliver made coffee and a chicken sandwich that he cut and handed her half. ‘Is this. And all of theevening too! Then she'd added as if an afterthought that we'd seeabout afterward.First a five hour appointment at the Transformation Salon, all morningand into the afternoon, where they'd make me over to look as pretty asI could be, "I mean really, not the way you usually look when you dressup," she'd said. Then I'd go shopping for some really nice clothes toreplace all the second hand leftovers I usually wore, with aprofessional shopper from the Salon along to advise me.. Hastily, clearly very aroused, Gene dealt the next hand. Erin lost.“I suppose it’s my panties this time,” she said.Gene, the winner, had other ideas. He eyed her pale, pointed breasts. “I just copped a feel of one pair, now I want to know about the other.” Gently, he fondled Erin’s breasts as she gasped. “Oh, those beautiful puffies!” He took one between his lips. Erin closed her eyes and sighed.“Time, you two.”Gene won again for the touch turn with Layla the loser. “Now for a more proper feel. .. Dirty Little Fucker!”Shelia pouted defensively, “I haven’t got carried away like that in years Dick.”“Well, your outburst excited me and spurred me on; every thrust I gave; you groaned.But I wanted to finish in your delicious butt so I pulled you to your knees and I slid all the way up into you. Then you screamed out:“Oh You ... Dirty Bastard Father!”I paused at that point as Shelia looked dumbfounded.“Oh Dick, I hadn’t noticed that; it must have just slipped out; I’m really sorry.”“I’m.