I popped in my brown contacts and I was a new woman. I checked out electronically and left by the side entrance. People only remember what they see, n...t what they didn’t see.Grover pulled up to pick me up in an older model Honda Accord. It was time to go to work.Losing my identityGrover didn’t recognize me until I stuck my head in the car door and said, “Uncle Grover?” You’d have thought he was a fish the way his mouth was working. I figured he’d need some time to get used to it, so I suggested. Giving him a show, I stood up on the sofa and, holding the back for balance, I spread my legs and slowly bent over, back arched so that my bottom stuck out further, until the hem of my nightie was right at the level of my pussy. I was looking over my shoulder to watch him; he wasn’t peeking, he was openly staring at the tips of my outer labia visible under the hem of the nightie. He couldn’t yet see how ready I was – and I was! My pussy was gaping wide open and casting out heat like an open. I imagination ran wild as I listened envisioning his bbc in her tight little white pussy, going deeper and stretching it more than it had ever been. After what seemed like an eternity but was only 45 minutes, I heard her tell him I would be home soon, I could hear them getting dressed and so I slipped into the guest bedroom, the master bedroom door opened and they walked out into the kitchen and he left through the back door. Just then my phone beeped, it was my girlfriend telling me to give. I could feel Nick’s growing hardness against my ass cheeks, firm against my soft buttocks and I reached round and caressed him through his jeans. This encouraged him and his hands roamed over my body, feeling my waist, running up the sides of my dress to my armpits, across my chest and down, past my flat stomach to the tops of my thighs. His hands massaged downwards in a ‘V’, firmly exploring my groin, finally delicately brushing across my own growing cock.I shifted position and turned to face.