"Terry just shrugged his broad shoulders."What the fuck did it matter anyway," said Terry.True he saw some strange looks but the real guys who were ga... didn't for one moment think the rumours where true. And if any girl gave the matter any thought she would have been hell bound to prove otherwise."Stay for tea?" asked Barry, "My mum won't mind, you know she has a soft spot for you." Yeah and Alice too," he laughed.Alice was Barry's baby sister who had always fancied him like mad and would go. 'She' proceeded to examine 'her' pair of hands. They were both svelteand feminine - exactly like the ones of the real Courtney. Even the tinymole on the back of the wife's left hand was there. As she moved herarms, the material of Courtney's negligee brushed against her newnipples, sending pleasant shockwave throughout her slender body. The newCourtney stared at the mammaries on her reflection before looking downat her own bosom. She still couldn't believe what she was seeing,feeling and. But still there was a pervading air of something corrupting about him, something deliciously wrong as though to be around him would be skirting danger... "Yes, Mr. Hink?" Do call me Richard. After all, we're neighbors." Mr. Hink--I mean, Richard," she replied, not liking the new intimacy but not wishing to take the time to argue over it. "You'll have to excuse me if I'm a little rushed, but I'm waiting for an important call from my daughter. What is it you want?" Well, it is about Sandy, I'm. In another she was leaning back, and Marie was rubbing her tits against Nancy's; an unidentifiable blonde was turned away from the camera in the background. The third was by far the most incriminating. Nancy was in the house, lying on my bed, her eyes open wide and her mouth forming an 'O'. Marie was lying beside her, on her stomach, her legs spread with a clear view to her closely cropped twat. In this one, Nancy was sitting on the edge of the bed drying her hair with a towel, her breasts.