When she nodded her head, wewent in my room where I pulled the dress up and my panties down so shecould see.Mom was thoroughly shocked at how I looked...of course, but that was theidea! Then she explained what I would have to do, still surprised thatI went that far I think. I reminded her that I said I would do it onlyif I were perfect, and what's better than a girl that can have a periodfor realism? When Janet got home she squealed in delight at thechanges, then she wanted to know the details.. I wonder if she’s as nervous as I am.When she opens the door, my breath is taken. She’s standing next to the partially open door wearing just a bra and panties, her blonde hair casually brushed back, a smile spread across her face. Her body is beautiful; slim and soft, her skin glowing from the light of the suite. I step inside and put down my case, turning to admire her from behind as she locks the door. Her rear is flawless. I extend my hand to her. “Kim, nice to meet you, after all this time. I slowly put my cock back in my costume. I then helped Mrs. Bush off the ground. She had used her fingers to clean her face. She licked her fingers as I slapped her big ass with my left hand. Better get back to your post. Dont want your house or mine, to be egged. I said. I think Mrs. Bush was still stunned she gave me a blow job between our houses. She strutted back toward her front door. I could see she had some dirt on the back of her ass. Right where I slapped it. I then walked to my front. Either my hearing was damaged again, or my body was too traumatized for my brain to be capable of processing aural communication. I was caught, once more, in a cocoon of silence, unable to participate with the people trying to save me.The ride to the local hospital was mercifully short, and I know I saw a doctor approach. By the time he tried to ask me some questions I was fading away, and the last thing I remember was seeing a hypodermic needle. I was out before he used it, though.Sometime.