Bill mingled and talked to people in the house for fifteen long minutes and picked at some of the appetizers laid out on the kitchen island. He snuck a glance through the window and saw Claire and Karen hugging each other. Damn! It looked like Karen was crying. He felt the urge to run out the front door and not look back. He never intended to hurt Karen, but it seems like he did.The loss of his wife four years ago had left him devastated; his best friend and lover wilted away from inoperable cancer right before his eyes. It took a lot for him to be here today, and now Bill wished he hadn't made an effort. His body language said it all as he shuffled his way to the front door and outside. He walked up the street to his car and just sat there, alone in his thoughts, slumped over the steering wheel."Fuck! Fuck!" shouted Bill as he hit the steering wheel with his hand. "I'm a fucking idiot!"The knock on the side window startled Bill, and he looked over to see Karen standing there looking. ..but I did my best. Within a few minutes I focused my tongue more on her clit as I pushed two fingers into her sopping pussy. Within a couple more minutes I could hear her gasping and then her pussy gripped my fingers as she orgasmed.She held my arm as we walked back home. She still looked like Jessica Alba, and we turned some heads as we went. "I can do this for you anytime you, well, *I*, want, Tom," she said. "I can become any woman you want. You can fuck anyone your dirty little mind can think of."My cock stirred in my pants again as I thought about this. Anyone? My mind reeled.Her voice changed, seeming familiar. "Anyone, Tommy."I looked at her and saw...my mother! She looked like she had in old pictures from back when she was my age. My cock shrivelled and I pulled back."Just kidding," Demie chuckled, shifting back to her more familiar Janis/Demi/Laura human form with the tight jeans, half-top and sandals and taking my arm again. We moved on.She looked at me. "You're upset.
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