She had never been able to accompany me on my trips before and the result of our talk should have been predictable.“Woooohooo, great! What am I goin... to wear? It´s hot there, but it´s an Islamic country, isn´t it? What do women...”“Anna, wait a moment. First, we have to decide IF we´re going to do it. If we´re going to take the risk.”“Risk? What risk? Your boss said it´s a great opportunity, didn´t he?”“Sure, it’s a great opportunity for him to stay home where it’s safe and the air conditioning. "Honey, can you tip the mirror? I want to see myself, right into my cunt."When he'd tipped the big mirror, she could see right into her cunt. The outer cunt-lips were spread wide, and the pink fuck- hole was barely open."That's great, honey. Now pull the pillows out."When he'd pulled the stack of pillows aside, she was left with her back arched, her cunt held high, and her weight balanced on her shoulders and on the sides of her outward-splayed knees. She let her ass down to the rug, and her. Her long, raven black hair was perfect and all natural. Her face, makeup, and jewelry impeccable. Tim had been preparing himself to be realistic with his expectations, but damn! He did not expect Cheri to look even better in person than her profile pics. “Hi Tim. Do you want to come in?”Tim realized that he had been staring and quickly snapped out of his Walter Mitty moment.“Oh. Yeah. Sure.”Tim found himself clearly embarrassed and nervously chuckled to himself. She ushered him in and they. It wasn't bad enough that I seemed to bestuck in the body of a teenage girl. Now I seemed to be remembering herlife, channelling her feelings.That was only one shock that seeing my "father" brought with him. Theother came when I overheard my "father" ask the doctor about, in hiswords, 'the hero who had rescued' me from my attacker.I started to have a very bad feeling. I still held out hope that this wassome bizarre dream, that maybe everything since my accident was a productof a sleeping, or.