I knew this outfit, I had seen it before. On His Lordship’s maids, on all his servants, by my wife Molly when I tried and failed to rescue her. And now worn by me.No. No! I refused to accept it.I shook my head, willing this to be some sick dream. The motion set my long, braided swinging. This could not be real, I refused to let it be so. There was a pressure about me. In my head? No something deeper, etherial, almost spiritual, a force pushing against my very being. Not knowing how, I pressed back, as if denial alone could change reality. Something shifted. A blink of the eye, and everything was normal once more.The gun was on the floor. Not some gaudy accessory, but the cold steel I had carried to rescue my wife. Once again, I wore my simple black t-shirt and faded jeans. With that perfectly flat chest and gym rat physique I had worked so hard to develop.“What the hell was that? A trick? An illusion?”“No,” he said, “a reality. THE reality, for it is inevitable you will accept the. Reaching down to her pussy, she pinched the mauve tag and slowly began to pull her panties out to tease him. Karen could feel the dampness, even wet saturated spots and she looked down to see areas coated with her girly white cream. Daniel flinched as Karin tossed her panties at him, catching them on his lower chin. Promptly, she turned and left his bedroom satisfied that she had made a point of some sort… but not really knowing what it was. Daniel sat silently staring at the door his sister had just pulled shut behind her, his mind almost numb with sensory overload.He picked up his sister’s discarded panties off his lap, and inspected them by the light of the TV. Even from this distance Daniel could distinguish the difference in scent from Karin’s unwashed outer pussy and the sweet internal liquor she had spilled. He played with a thread of her gooey cum, his fingertips sticky with the lubricant and eventually even tasted the acerbic concoction.Reaching under his bed, Daniel pulled.
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