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Escape Ch.9 Hi readers! I'm back with another release to the 'Escape' series. Depending on how things go, I'm sad to say that the next chapter will likely be the last chapter. In so, it will also likely to take longer until the next release. However, I hope to continue writing other stories and improving. Please don't forget to comment and thanks for all the inspiring reviews. WARNING: This story contains TG, masturbations and incest. Undeniable Discovery "Dude, I'm telling you... I know what I saw back there... And it was creepy as hell!" Ashley Kim spoke in a totally out of place 41 year-old masculine voice. "Sweetie, you're the one creeping me out if you carry on with that voice while looking like an adorable 6 year-old girl. Reminds me of 'The Exorcist' movie." Karen said in her melodious tone while steering the BMW out of the Wilson's ch?teau. "Are you fuckin' listenin', Parker? Those... those... things or skins or whatever you called it looked so real... They appeared almost like they were still breathing in that box. I swear to you that they were way more life-like than our nano suits," Gibbs didn't bother to mimic Ashley's voice as he failed to contain his excitement. "And you failed to take a single picture..." Agent Parker said, still happy to continue with his flawless impersonation of Karen's voice. "The maid caught up to me before I had the chance... Scared the hell out of me too! So I pretended that I was lost and she brought me back to you," the phony Ashley said. "And you left the chest displaced?" "I managed to shut it back but the lock was still on the floor... Damn the maid. If only I had been given more time..." Agent Gibbs said in a thoroughly defeated expression. "Speaking of maids, don't you notice anything wrong with them?" he added. "They were all young and attractive? We can't haul them in for that, Gibbs," Parker said, loving the feminine voice coming out of his mouth. "You do realize that the whole operation is at risk now, don't you? The Wilsons... or the escapees will become suspicious of us and they will be on their toes from now on. We have to keep our fingers crossed and hope that these crooks will still remain where they were by sunrise," the false Asian lady added. "I'm sorry, mommy," the Ashley impersonator decided to revert back to 'her' girlish tone hoping to win the heart of his partner. Gibbs realized that he should have shown more patience in his approach at the Wilsons' residence. The locked basement wine storage was a high risk place to go poking one's noses around on the first visit. "Mommy, the bugs and the microcam which I've planted should be online by now. Have you contacted Uncle Kingston?" Ashley enquired. "The cellular reception in and around the Wilsons' chateau seemed to be unusually poor. We're gonna have to try again when we get home. Okay, sweetheart... what did I tell you about sitting in a lady-like manner with your knees together. You don't want strangers peeking up your skirt do you?" Karen said, pointing out Gibbs unchecked mannerism in Ashley's disguise. The cute little girl immediately brought her knees together as she laid back on the car seat while taking in the view of the suburbs scenery - acting like a proper mother and daughter. Once they got home, Ashley as usual, was the first to run upstairs to the master bedroom. Karen, greeted by her housekeeper, ordered what she would like to have for dinner before making her way up to her room to change. When she got into the bedroom, Ashley was already jumping up and down on the bed as the mother made sure the door was locked behind her. While striping out of her sensual dress and kicking off her pair of 3-inch heels, Karen multitasked by calling their coordinator Agent Kingston with the phone sandwiched between her left ear and her shoulder. The false Karen in the actual Karen's black bra and silk thong got through on the 3rd call tone with Kingston sounding excited on the other side. Ashley stopped her play-acting on the plush king size bed as she erected two small middle fingers at the direction of the hidden camera dedicated for the remotely hidden agent. "How was it, Parker?" "Not exactly going according to plan but Gibbs found something in the basement," Karen said finally willing to abandon his feminine voice. "The bloody AER?" The phony Karen passed the phone to Gibbs who had already shed his Ashley disguise in a surprisingly short time, "You tell him." Agent Gibbs took over the call and reported to Kingston regarding his discovery of more than eight live-skins in the antique storage hidden in the basement and the number of hair strands he had collected for DNA verification. The evidence would be sent to him first thing in the morning. He left out details like how he was in awe with the realism of the skins and the fact that he had no time to capture it in photos until the coordinator enquired about it. To Gibbs's surprise, Agent Kingston wasn't as disappointed as Parker. Instead he asked about the bugs and cameras installed in the suspicious family's residence. Once Gibbs reassured that they had been stealthily planted, especially the ones in the secret wine storage, Kingston immediately ended the call. "You're welcome, asshole!" Agent Gibbs said with sarcasm before showing his actual middle fingers back at the camera in the master bedroom. He then turned his attention towards 'Karen' who was shaking 'her' head in disapproval at the fellow undercover agent. Sitting in front of the vanity, Gibbs could see that the lovely 'mother' had shed her black bra, leaving her perky tits exposed. She left her black thong on while sitting with her legs crossed at the knees. The devious grin returned to the dwarven agent's face as he began to stroke at his hardening cock. Sometimes it made him wondered whether the Parker underneath that Korean lady was doing it on purpose - teasing and tempting him. As Gibbs was making his move to get off the bed, Karen's phone rang. It was Agent Kingston despite the picture of an elderly Korean lady and the name 'Mom' on the caller ID. "I can't hear or see a damn thing in that damn house!" Parker could tell the patience in Kingston voice was quickly slipping away. Reality After yesterday, 15 year-old Nathan Lockhart was amazed that he was still courageous enough to drag himself out of bed this morning and rode his bicycle to school as if nothing ever happened. The teenager was finding it hard to focus on the road as the flashbacks of the bizarre happenings in the boys' dressing room were still haunting him. He thought that it was just some of those wet dreams he occasionally had but the soreness in his ass when he woke up this morning reminded him otherwise. As a matter of fact, Nathan was still unsure what was real and what was not. ***** How could all that be real? The nerdy boy still couldn't quite believe that he had finally got to see Rachel Wilson naked. Her breasts hanging from her cheerleader outfit, so was her soaking wet pussy. The sudden appearance of Anna Yorick behind him made him jumped; but if it wasn't for that, he wouldn't have been invited to join the orgy. With the limited amount of time, they didn't do too much though. Nathan couldn't believe his luck when Anna went down on him and gave him his first ever blowjob. Just like Rachel and Jessica, there was something different about the redhead which he couldn't quite put a finger on. He nearly fainted from the sensations of her mouth and her wet tongue on his hard- on but he somehow managed to keep his eyes open. This was mostly due to the fact that he couldn't keep his sight from the action on the shower floor. Jessica or whoever that was, shoved her 'white cock' into Rachel's ass while the blonde was riding the blindfolded Tommy George on the floor. Nathan had never been this confused his whole life. Was Jessica actually a man? Going by the pale complexion of her 'dick and balls', those genitals should have belonged to a white guy. What about Anna? She had always been disgusted by losers like him and now she was so willingly wrapping her lips around his virgin prick. Rachel and Jessica were smiling at him as they go about with their threesome sex. Jessica continued pounding Rachel's ass while the blonde carried on grinding her snatch against Tommy's lower body. Within minutes, Rachel squealed as she appeared to be experiencing an orgasm. Anna quickened the movement of her head as her hand worked in sync with her mouth in pumping and stroking at Nathan's throbbing cock. It wasn't really a monster but his 6 and a half inches penis did released quite an impressive loads of cum into Anna's mouth as she struggled to swallow them all. Some of the jizz spilled over from the edge of the redhead's lips and onto her uniform. Nathan's legs buckled as they became weaker and weaker. His head was spinning. When he vaguely saw Jessica got up from the shower tiles and walked towards him, he thought he heard her said something like, "I haven't blow my load yet. Get your ass ready, kid!" That was when he passed out. Nathan remembered waking up in the hallway where he dropped his bag before rushing into the boys' dressing room. He felt a couple of light slaps on his cheek as he slowly regained consciousness. He was lying on the lap of Mr. Dempster, the school's basketball coach. Still dazed, Nathan looked around to realize that he was surrounded by the whole basketball and cheerleading team. Tommy, Rachel, Anna and Jessica were there as well. Most of them were later dispersed by the coach in order to provide better ventilation. "Are you okay, kid?" Mr. Dempster asked with concern. "I guess so... What happened?" Nathan sounded confused. "One of my boys found you lying unconscious in the hallway. So, I was notified," the coach explained. Nathan remembered reassuring Mr. Dempster that he was alright before picking himself up and walking towards his bike. He was feeling much better when he was out of the building and thought that the whole bizarre episode was just his fantasy and a dream - a very dirty dream. Was it because he skipped lunch that day? That must had been the reason he fainted. Not until when he got onto his bike did he noticed the stinging pain in his ass. A shocking realization immediately dawned on him. Could all of that have been real? ***** The deafening loud horn of a school bus woke him from his thoughts before the awareness hit him that he was cycling into the middle of the road. Nathan swerved his bike sharply to the side as the bus barely missed him by a few inches. His heart was pounding and his hands were trembling. The doubts that he was having about what had happened yesterday almost got him run over by a school bus. Could yesterday be just another prank pulled by Tommy and company? But the images of the scenes in the dressing room were too vivid to be just a prank. Besides, his ass was still hurting. Improvements Jessica Smith could only afford a wry smile in the back of an Audi A6 driven by her mom as she witnessed the clumsiness of Nathan Lockhart who almost got himself run over. That would have solved the uncertainty of letting him go instead of turning him into one of them. Ever since his first experience with Sarah Patterson, the former Professor Phillips was only interested in turning the fairer gender into live-skins. Having been a man for the last 70 years, the professor had finally discovered the wonders of womanhood through his ultimate invention. Even though it was just his 'clones' replicated into these live-skins, the mad scientist would still want them to be as comfortable as possible. So, unless it was really necessary, the male species would be safe from the beams of his AER for the time being. That was also the reason he and Chico Alves blindfolded Tommy George before trying out his new trick with his current identity. They wanted to save the trouble of turning him into a live-skin too. Knowing his replicated personality, the clone ordered to take over wouldn't be content with taking over Tommy's life. In the end, the basketball point guard was released with a bigger ego, thinking that he had just shagged three of the prettiest girls in school - not knowing that one of them was a former 38 year old queer and the other two was a bent-over elderly man and his clone in disguise. Since the marked improvement he had made to the AER, the eccentric inventor had only experimented it on Ellie Porter - the 24 year old melancholic hacker chic. If not for Ellie's unrivalled ability to tap into any highly secured digital database without being detected, the old professor wouldn't have uncovered CIA's highly confidential operation to round out fugitives whom the whole world had thought died in the train crash. The hacked information told him that it was a three-man operation: 2 undercover and a coordinator. Only the CIA director himself had knowledge about the mission. Names were not mentioned but Professor Phillips believed Agent Kingston would be very much involved. The intelligence database did not state which family in the suburban neighborhood would be used by the undercovers and what sort of disguise technology would they be using. That was the reason the elderly scientist had decided to step in. He knew he should have to find a way to eliminate these fugitives when he had the chance back then, thus lowering the risk of his own cover getting blown. But the twisted part of him, the small part of him he never thought he had, kept telling him to let these maniacs loose. This way, he could observe how they would do with the technology in their hands. To be fair to them, they had pretty much stayed out of trouble if not for the constant harrassments from the FBI, the CIA and the mafia (Dr. Smith felt the responsibility to inform him about their recent 'family trip' to New York). ***** So, leaving his replicated self inside Sarah Patterson, he made Ellie took a day off from the lab and drove all the way to Dallas. In order to avoid suspicion, the phony Ellie did not make her first stop at the Wilsons ch?teau as the CIA probably had eyes on the premise. Instead, 'she' gave a surprise visit to Rachel Wilson at her school. Her Gothic appearance attracted a few glances from the students of the prestigious institution. She was even stopped by a guard. 'She' had to make up a lie that the purpose of her visit was to look for a cousin. The real Ellie wouldn't have done it, but the elderly man inside of her flirted with the overweight guard before he pointed the directions as where 'she' would find Rachel. After some looking around, 'Ellie' arrived at the girls' changing room. 'She' was just in time as the group of cheerleaders had just finished changing into their cheerleading outfit and was on the way out to the gymnasium for their practice routine. 'Ellie' spotted Rachel among them as she was easily the prettiest among the bunch. Her golden mane had been tied up into a neat ponytail. Of course, there was no telling which of the fugitives was inside of the 17 year-old beauty and whoever was inside would not have recognized the professor inside of Ellie since they had met when he was donning Sarah. So, the former professor decided to just called out Rachel's name before telling her that 'she' was a friend of Ms. Patterson. Rachel stopped on her track before asking, "You mean Sarah Patterson?" The former Chico Alves remembered that attractive blonde scientist very clearly. "Yes... Can I have a word with you in private?" the fake Ellie said. "Of course," the make-believe Rachel said as she invited Ellie back into the changing room. "Is there a problem, Rach?" Anna Yorick came poking her nose. "Everything's fine, Anna..." just when Rachel was about to tell Anna to carry on and she'll catch up with her later, Ellie interrupted. "Oh, hi! I'm Ellie... an old friend's of Rachel. We're just about to discuss regarding her part time modelling contract..." Ellie was eyeing up and down Anna's perfect figure. "Wow... Ahem... I think you should join us too!" Anna's jaw almost dropped to the floor as she looked at Rachel with disbelief. The slender redhead beauty eagerly joined the two girls in the changing room. Once they were inside, she found that the conversation had nothing to do with modelling. Far from it, Anna was confused when Ellie referred to herself as Professor Phillips while Rachel revealed that she was actually Chico. The two spoke as if she was never existed. They talked about an undercover operation the CIA had initiated and that the fugitives were in danger of getting exposed. Anna was starting to think that her best friend and the Emo chic had gone nuts as she was slowly backing away. "I think I better get going. Don't wanna miss the practice..." Anna said as she was walking out of the changing room. "Not so fast, beautiful!" Ellie said as she pulled out an improved and smaller version of AER from her sling bag before firing beams at Anna. Rachel and Ellie were staring at each other, both having the same fiendish grin as the lovely cheerleader turned into a live-skin beside them. Anna could only managed a short scream before the rapid process zapped the life out of her. "Let me show you the improvements I've made to the AER," Ellie said before shooting herself with the same gun. The 6-inch slit reemerged at the back of her neck as 'she' yanked it apart and pulled it forward. By now, the former Chico had familiarized with the whole proceeding where the face became grossly deformed and another head appeared from under it. The old and wrinkled face of the professor greeted the false Rachel as he continued to shed the rest of Ellie's clothes and skin. 'Rachel' noticed that the elderly man held on to the AER gun all through out the skin- shedding. It was not until he was totally nude that 'Rachel' realized his reason for that. "I hope you don't mind letting me see your true face before we proceed. I can't be sure if the CIA had already gotten into you guys before setting me up," Professor Phillips said still pointing the gadget at 'Rachel'. "Sure thang, old man. Go ahead..." Rachel said right before the professor released another three laser-like beams from his invention. The same slit surfaced on the back of the blonde's neck before Chico duly pulled Rachel's hair and face off his head. "Hello again, professor... Now, ya happy?" Chico spoke in his original adenoidal voice. The hunchbacked old man just nodded before going over to where Anna last stood to pick up her live-skin. As usual the clothes were seperated from the skin before the scientist started putting on the Anna-disguise. Chico was getting uncomfortable with his male head exposed in a girls' changing room, so he tugged Rachel's head back onto his own while waiting for the old man to complete his disguise. Barely seconds later, Chico returned into Rachel's shell while Anna was resurrected amid with a wholly different personality in charge. The false teenage girl had a smug on her lovely face as she placed both of her slender hands on her new perky breasts. "Not bad... I gathered they're as impressive as yours, no?" the new Anna kept sizing up her youthful boobs while grinning at the fake Rachel. "Hmmm, I guess so..." Rachel sauntered over and put her delicate hand on her girlfriend's tits. "By the way, you were saying that you made some improvements to the toy... I mean, the AER gun..." Anna's eyes lightened up almost immediately, "Ah-hah... yes, yes... Let me show you..." The still naked fair-skinned girl recollected the AER gun and pointed at the empty shell of Ellie Porter before unleashing trio of beams upon it. To the former Chico, its effect was similar to the first version of AER which they had found in the train wreckage a month ago. It seemed to him as if the Emo-chic had only been revived, nothing else - nothing out of the ordinary. Except that the rate of regeneration was significantly faster and the gleam in her eyes somehow gave him the impression that it was still the professor inside of her. Chico's intuition was proven right when 'Ellie' spoke. "Judging by your expression, I guessed you've somewhat figured it out..." "You can't possibly be in two live-skins at the same time, can you?" the phony Rachel asked, obviously puzzled. "That's the improvement I was talking about," the new Anna said as she pulled up her black cotton panties followed by the rest of her uniform. "I've managed to replicate my personality into the empty live-skin which I've last worn," Ellie added as she too was putting on her clothes. "With this modified AER, we will be able to copy the wearer's character into an empty live-skin as long as he was the last to shed it. In other words, it is now possible to clone yourself into a non-revivable live- skin," Anna explained. "That was so fucking cool! You're a motherfucking genius, professor!" Rachel exclaimed. After sending the clone-occupied Ellie back to the CIA lab, the new Anna couldn't wait to show 'Rachel' one other neat trick of the new AER. However, they were met with a couple of interruptions. The first was Jessica Smith. She barged into the changing room when the door left unlocked by Ellie during her exit earlier. The gorgeous African-American teenager came across Anna with her cheerleader's black panties around her knees while she had most of her hand hurried inside her vagina. Whatever she was fishing for, she didn't have the time to find it as the former mad scientist had to use her gun to seal Jessica's trap. As a result, the professor main body ended up inside Jessica before he was forced to create another clone to become Anna. He did offer Chico the chance to have his personality replicated but the former 38 year-old pimp was a little perplexed by the idea of interacting with his own clone. The professor too was wary not to produce too many of himself as the technology was relatively new. He couldn't be sure of the possibility if conflicting interests among his copied personalities would arise in the future. As of now, the replicas would have the same thoughts and interests as the original. Furthermore, they would keep in touch with the alpha self if any major decisions-making were required. But this did not mean it would not evolve or change with time. Prior to the Dallas visit, Professor Phillips had vowed to keep the pool of clones as small as possible due to the uncertainties. Anna was an expected expense, though now he had included Jessica as part of his sample rather unexpectedly. He left Jessica pantyless as he was prepared to have a second go at demonstrating the new AER's 'functionality' to the former Chico when Rachel's cellphone rang. It was her boyfriend Tommy George, concerned with her absence from the cheerleaders' practice routine. An idea quickly sprung into Rachel's head like a lightbulb. She ended the call and turned towards 'Anna' and 'Jessica' with a devilish grin on her beautiful face before saying: "You can show me the trick later, professor. I have a better suggestion which I think you're gonna like," Rachel said. After sending a text with the message "Meet me in the boys' shower room... alone. xoxo", the girls in cheerleader uniform crept in the changing room on the opposite side of the hallway. Rachel could imagine the smug on Tommy's self-assured face when he got the text. She and 'Jessica' started making out in the shower area while 'Anna' stayed hidden in the locker area as a lookout. Not that she was doing a good job at that anyway, as the professor's clone was already busy exploring the redhead's suprmodel-worthy figure, barely noticing Tommy's entrance into the shower area. 'Anna' could hear the moans getting louder as Tommy seemed very willing to join in despite the presence of Jessica. No one could blame him as he had just realized the fantasy of every man wishing to add themselves into an ongoing lesbian sex. The grunts of the basketball captain told 'Anna' that he was enjoying himself in there. The squeals from Rachel further increased the her body temperature as she quicken the pace of her rubbing at Anna's clit. She was going to ditch her lookout assignment as she itched to join the threesome when Nathan rushed into the dressing room with purpose. Anna was not in time to stop the boy which 'her' memory told her that he was the 'loser' of the junior highschool hierarchy. In fact, the redhead was amused by Nathan's reaction in the shower area and his subsequent decision to hide himself while indulging in voyeurism. The false Anna couldn't contain herself any longer as she sneaked up behind the peeping Tom and call for his attention by tapping on his shoulder. The smoking hot cheerleader wanted to snicker at his reaction as she could feel him jumped at her sudden appearance. "Nathan right? Do you wanna know what we do to the peeping Toms around here?" Anna said. The 15 year-old boy was speechless as Anna went down on her knees and unfastened his belt without waiting for a reply. She could feel his legs shaking, even more so after she slid his manhood into her mouth. By now, Rachel and Jessica, with her white cock shoved into the former's anus, were sneering at the dumbfounded intruder. They enjoyed the innocently stupid look on Nathan's face as much as they reveled fucking the brains out of each other. Jessica's 70 year old cock was surprisingly strong as 'she' continued to pound at Rachel's willing ass while the nubile blonde moved her hips well against Tommy's groin. To Nathan, it felt like watching live action porn while on of the school's hottest girls was blowing you. Anna could sensed that Nathan's sacs were tightening a few seconds before he blew his loads into the redhead's well-trained mouth. She tried to gulp in as fast as she could but was left impressed by the volume and the speed of the geek's release. Some of them leaked out from the edge of her lips and dripped onto her uniform. Anna, whose hand had never stopped stimulating her own clit, intended to stand up and kiss the lucky boy on the lips before he passed out - unexpectedly. The professor in Jessica saw this as an opportunity as 'she' withdrew 'her' incongruous penis from Rachel's ass and sauntered over to the unconscious Nathan. With Anna's help, Nathan's leg was lifted up with his knees nearly touching his shoulders before Jessica's well lubricated cock was pushed into the young man's virgin asshole. Rachel's pert rump was tight but Nathan's hole was on a whole new level. The make-believe African-American beauty kept pounding away while 'she' noticed Anna had replaced Rachel bouncing up and down Tommy's huge member. Rachel had already started pulling her panties back on and readjusting her cheerleader's dress as she observed the phony Anna experienced her orgasm barely a minute before the professor ejaculated from Jessica's body inside of Nathan. Rachel had to keep the door for the boys' changing room locked while giving her friends some time to get dressed. Jessica was careful to cover herself in one of the shower cubicle as she shoved her flaccid white penis and balls back into her teenage pussy before releasing Tommy from his blindfold. He was surprised to see Nathan lying unconscious not far away from where he had been pleasured by the school's 'Charlie's Angels', but was later explained by Jessica that the boy had fainted immediately when he came across Tommy's 'greatness'. The basketball point guard's ego swelled ever so big as he singlehandedly lifted Nathan to where he had dropped his bag. The three graceful cheerleader each gave Tommy a peck on the face before they duly return to join the last 10 minutes of their practice routine. Tommy instead went over to his coach to inform him about a boy passing out in the hallway. ***** "...sica... Jessica... Jessica..." Mrs. Smith voice stirred her daughter out of her thoughts. "Oh... sorry mom..." Jessica said in her sweet voice. "Are you okay, sweetie?" "Oh, I'm fine mom..." the fake Jessica said, noticing that they had arrived at her school. After giving her mom a hug and a peck, she stepped out of the car before straightening her pink mid-thigh skirt. "In fact, I've never felt better for the last 70 years," the former professor thought with a lovely smile. A Different Approach Claire Pearson did not expect any visitor today, especially this morning when her husband, Scott was away for the rest of the week on another business trip while her daughter Emily was in school. The former Samuel Johnson was having a leisurely time with Claire's lovely body while developing a new hobby of reading identity-theft stories on Fictionmania when one of her housekeepers notified her of visitors. She was going to send them away until she was informed that it was Karen Kim and her cute little daughter Ashley paying her a surprise visit. The Claire impostor told the maid to have them wait in the living hall while she put on something decent. Strolling into the favorite place of the whole mansion, 'she' picked out a lacy black thong with a matching bra and a light blue square-neck dress from the extravagant two-level walk-in closet. Not wanting to have 'her' guest waited for too long, 'Claire' applied only light makeup and gave her short Bob-cut black hair a simple brush before allowing herself out of the master bedroom to meet the pair of relatively new neighbors. Her hips swayed naturally as her 3-inch white pumps clicked on the expensive marble flooring towards the large living area. Karen reached out her hand but 'Claire' swiftly grabbed the attractive Korean lady into a long intimate hug before backing off slightly to admire her appearance. Karen was wearing a red button up blouse, tucked neatly under a high waist black pencil skirt which reached a few inches below her knees and a pair of black 3-inch heels. Her hair was done up expertly into a neat bun. Claire could feel the tingling sensation building under her panties as she admired her guest's classy attire. 'She' would definitely love to find out what Karen was wearing under all those elegance. The awkward silence in admiration was interrupted by Ashley's well-mannered self- introduction to Mrs. Pearson who had nearly forgotten about the 6 year- old's existence. This was only the second time 'Claire' had met Karen's beautiful daughter, the first was during the fundraiser. 'Claire' was sure that Karen had her influence on the little girl's choice of apparel because even the daughter impressed with her appearance. Not as formal as her dress during the charity event, Ashley looked good in a pink cashmere dress, white pantyhose and a pair of pink flats. Instead of a pair of pigtails, her silky smooth black hair was done up in a simple ponytail decorated with a white lily hairpin. Once all three of them had settled into the plush sofa, 'Claire' ordered one of her maids to bring some teas and cookies. "A pleasant surprise, Karen. What brings you here today?" Claire said as her eyes were still lurking up and down her 35 year-old guest. "I was thinking of us making up lost times in getting to know each other better... you know, you did invite me to stay over each time after our the fundraising committee meeting..." "...and each time, you've turned me down," Claire said with a pretensious frown on her flawless face. "Yeah, you know... we're just settling down into a new neighborhood. Now that the dust has finally settled, I feel the need to apologize for taking this long to get properly acquainted," Karen said as she adjusted her tight skirt before crossing her long legs at the knees. "Oh, no... don't worry about it... really. I get how these things can really be a bother sometimes... especially when you had just moved into a house," Claire said before momentarily turning her attention to Ashley. "How about you, little one? Do you like your new home?" the brunette asked the daughter. Ashley nodded without making eye contact while playing with her hair. Then she shifted her gaze back at Claire before saying, "You're very pretty, Mrs. P-erson." Her mispronunciation of Claire's last name made the two adults giggled. As minutes passed with the housewives' chattery, Ashley asked for her mom's permission to go to the restroom. Just like how it was with the Wilsons, Claire requested one of her housekeepers to show Ashley the way. Leaving her 'mom' to occupy Mrs. Pearson's attention, which Gibbs noticed that Parker barely had to lift a finger to accomplish that - the children impersonator took the hand of a maid before being led to the nearest guest restroom. ***** Though the mansion was equally as impressive as the Wilsons' ch?teau, Gibbs immediately picked up the stark difference in the house staffing department. While the Wilsons' housekeepers were all unusually young and good looking, the Pearsons' household went with experience and reliability. If Gibbs was to put it bluntly, they were old and ordinary looking bunch. Judging by the creases in the hand which 'she' was holding, the Hispanic maid must had been at least 40 year-old and had been working in the profession for quite some time. This would make the Pearsons more 'normal' as compared to the Wilsons, in a way reducing their level of suspicion. In any case, Gibbs was expected to plant those bugs since this was the closest position to the Wilsons' residence without having their communication blocked. After the failure with all their spying devices in the Wilsons' ch?teau, the three-man CIA covert team had concluded that some kind of jamming device must have been the culprit. Since the Pearsons place was found to be unaffected by the interference, they had decided to make their entry from the neighbor's mansion instead. The new plan required patience as they needed to determine whether any of the Pearsons or the housing staffs had been compromised. And their next move would depend on the end result of the investigation into the neighbor. Once Ashley was inside the washroom, 'she' didn't take off her nano-suit on this occasion to pee. It was all business this time around as Gibbs paid close attention to the footsteps on the other side of the door. As soon as the middle-aged maid walked away from the door, the 'little girl' sneaked out of the restroom with a lot of stealth. 'She' basically did the same thing when she was in the Wilsons' yesterday - planting wireless listening devices and microcams in strategic spots. The only additional task this time was to tap into the residence phone line, just in case the wireless failed again. Her pair of flat shoes helped in some way as they made very little noise as Gibbs skillfully glided Ashley's small body in and around the house, having memorized the house plan the night before. 'She' found the house phone's central transmission box in less than a minute. The 6 year-old girl sneaked back into the washroom another minute later as she flushed before stepping out loudly to let the slightly overweight housekeeper know that she was done. She was led back to the living hall where 'mom' and Mrs. Pearson were no where to be found. 'Ashley' was made known that the host had invited her mom up to check out her gigantic wardrobe. 'Her' wry smile almost exposed herself, but Gibbs quickly gathered up some composure before letting the maid know of her wish to just watch cartoons from the big screen TV in the living area instead of joining the two ladies in the master bedroom. Gibbs quietly praised his partner's wisdom in his ability to tempt his way into the target's bedroom. "Let's hope he manages to fix a couple of cams in there," the phony Ashley thought as she flipped between the Nickelodeon and Cartoon Network channels. About an hour and 15 minutes later, Karen steered her BMW out of the Pearsons' mansion with Ashley waving enthusiastically to the lovely host. When they were out of view, the 'little girl' promptly fished out a small device from her mommy's Louis Vuitton leather bag. It was a wireless signal indicator, showing that all of the bugs and cameras they had planted in the house were still online. This was the step they had missed with the Wilsons place. As they drove past the ch?teau they had visited yesterday, the signals dropped momentarily before picking up again. It only proved that whatever was jamming the signals, it was certainly localized within the Wilsons. "So, have you got anything in the master bedroom?" Ashley asked, again sounding awkwardly masculine with Gibbs real voice. "Nothing much... just a couple of well hidden cam - one in the main room, the other in the attached bath... and a listening bug," Parker said, as he decided to continue mimicking Karen's voice. "Good job, partner!" Gibbs gave his partner a good pat on the back. "What else did you ladies do in there?" he added. "I know what you're thinking, Gibbs. But fortunately it didn't have to come to that for me to install those bugs. She does seemed eager to show me her enormous closet, especially her wonderful collections of expensive lingerie. We didn't have sex but she did have this fetish with women's underwear. She was very interested of what kind of bras and panties that I was wearing. Well, we took off our clothes and I tried on some of her dresses while she tried on the clothes which I was wearing. The weirdest thing though was that she even tried on the lingerie which I was having on," the false Karen said. "This kinda remind me of one of the fugitives... According to the FBI records, one of them used to put on his victim's panties after raping and killing her..." Gibbs remembered. "Samuel Johnson? The African-American loan officer," Parker said. "Yes, him... freak," Gibbs said. "All five of them, Gibbs... All five of them are..." the bogus Karen said, basking in the silky material of Claire's panties which was given to her in exchange for the real Karen's purple thong. It was the only detail that Parker had decided to leave out. The Warning Twelve hours earlier, Rachel Wilson was surprised to find Shannon Parker naked in her parents' love crib when she got home from school. She was even more surprised of seeing the blissful expression on the busty brunette's face when mom was fucking her from behind with her favorite strap-on. The surprise was largely due to the that she knew it was Dr. Smith inside the former mafia's wife delicious body. The Shannon impersonator blushed as she didn't expect Rachel to be home tonight. The teenage blonde had been expected to spend the night over at Jessica's place, but somehow she had decided to change her plans without informing her parents and barging into the master bedroom without knocking. "Oh, sweetie... you're home... Give us... a sec... We're almost... done..." Katherine Wilson said while humping her girlfriend. "Uuugghhhh... Aaahhhh!" she grunted and screamed from probably her 5th climax of the day. In spite of the intrusion, Shannon had gotten even more aroused by the view of Rachel in her cheerleader's outfit. The former Dr. Smith's wall collapsed even further as he furiously stroked at his Shannon-clit to quickly follow Katherine's orgasm with his own in Shannon's form. The gorgeous brunette belly flopped to the front, feeling her ample boobs and washboard tummy pressing against the silky bed linen as Katherine's 7- inch strap-on slid right out of her cunt with a popping sound. Rachel saw her mom leaned down towards Shannon to kiss her on the head and neck before lying settling down on her back beside her lesbian lover. She patted the plentiful room still available beside her on the king size bed. "Come sweetie... Put your stuffs down and let mommy know how's your day at school," Katherine invited. "Sure mom!" Rachel said as she dropped her small bag on the floor and closed the bedroom door before pacing herself sexily towards the large bed. Fully clothed, Rachel climbed onto the love-crib beside her mom before giving the 'MILF' a passionate mouth-to-mouth kiss. Shannon's reservation slowly faded away as she was stimulated by the scenes of the mother and daughter's tongues probing in and out of each others mouth. The 17 year- old red and white cheerleader's kit was a definite turn-on as Katherine slid her delicate hand under her daughter's short skirt to rub at her panty-covered bottom. This prompted the new Shannon to molest her own voluptuous body with one hand groping on her breasts and the other cupping her pussy. The heavy make out session lasted for a few minutes before the crotch of Rachel's red athletic panties underneath were drenched with natural lubrication. The young blonde then crawled over to 'Shannon' who was still playing with herself with her eyelids half-way down. "Not bad doc," Rachel teased. "Oh shut up and suck these tits! You cheerleaders make me horny," Shannon said without looking up. Her face returned to crimson red again. The former Chico chuckled before fulfilling Shannon's wish by sucking and fondling at her impressive pair of breasts. The month-long experience as Olivia and then Rachel had taught the former Chico how to trigger the maximum amount of lust from a woman. His Rachel-tongue toyed with the brunette's areola, blowing hot breath on her fully-erect nipple before taking it into her mouth. She twirled and bit as much as she lathered it with copious amount of saliva before moving onto the other tits. Shannon's mammaries was full, firm and sensitive as the former Dr. Smith found out. He was glad that he was the one receiving such pleasurable sensations. Katherine had quietly positioned herself between Shannon's legs to provide 'her' with more pleasures. "Ooooohhh..." Kozak Wallansky's ex-wife moaned as the lovely blonde mother spread the former playmate's lips and tickled her G-spot with her taste bud. 'Shannon' yelped as currents of electricity shot through the rest of her body, further adding to the mind blowing sensations provided by Rachel's equally talented mouth on her tits. Her body trembled as she experienced something way better than what she had experienced in Dr. Kenny Smith's 42 years life as a man. 'Katherine' certainly knew what she was doing as she teased and flicked at her lover's clitoris with her tongue. Using the detached strap-on, she brushed its head in vertical motion against Shannon's labial folds before gradually thrusting the fake penis into the brunette's soaking wet vagina. 'Katherine' carried on playing with Shannon's pudenda as the frequency and the pace of the thrusts increased. 'Rachel' had already climbed on top of Shannon's upper body, straddling her head between the young blonde's thighs. With the red cotton panties removed earlier, Rachel's exposed pussy was parked conveniently in front of Shannon's mouth. All she had to do was to reach out with her tongue - and reach out she did, stroking and sucking at the cheerleader's clit, sending Rachel over the moon. The teenage blonde moaned and gasped as she took in the fascinating stimulus from her womanhood while fondling her perky tits through the uniform's fabric. Rachel's pussy nectar was almost free-flowing as she felt herself nearing another orgasm. "Oh fuck... Oh, I'm so close... I'm so fucking close... Oooohhh... I- I'mmm... ccuuummmiiinnngggg!!" The captain cheerleader screamed. Shannon quickly followed suit with her own explosive climax as her muscles spasmed, sandwiching Katherine's head between her thighs. The brunette nudged Rachel off of her before cursing all sorts of foul words and commenting about how amazing a woman's cunt felt. The former Dr. Smith had forgotten all about his inhibitions in regards to being a woman. He just didn't care anymore even if Rocky and Chico were going to mock him later, because the whole experience had really been so damn good. It was certainly worth getting ridiculed. This was only his second time putting on Shannon's live-skin and he felt himself falling deeper and deeper into the glory hole of womanhood. If not for his considerable knowledge in human psychology, he would have thought himself as being turned into a faggot. Shannon's post orgasm thought was interrupted by the rhythmic slapping noises from the other side of the bed. Turning 'her' head towards its source, 'she' was not surprised at all to find Rachel slamming her hips against Katherine with the strap-on in the missionary position. Just like that, she was aroused again: two sizzling hot blondes, one screwing the other - who wouldn't? Utilizing the original Shannon's memory, the former Dr. Smith discovered nothing unusual with the way that the old Shannon masturbated. Then, 'she' spotted Rachel's cheerleader's athletic panties dangling around one of the bed posts. With her delicate left hand, she scooped it up and put it to her nose - taking in the day long smell of a real cheerleader while her slender right hand travelled south to rub at her own clit. 'Shannon' rested her back on the headboard while enjoying the scene of the petite Rachel slamming her 7-inch artificial dick into Katherine's reddened snatch. The stroking of her own pudenda turned more and more furious as Shannon's breathing through Rachel's panties became heavier by the second. Her mesmerizing eyes focused on the incestuous action before her as she felt another surge of orgasm building... fast. Eventually, the Shannon impostor experienced her second climax of the session, feeling her ejaculates squirted through the gaps between her dainty fingers. The chain reaction had started as Katherine also came swiftly after, followed closely by her teenage daughter. Rachel collapsed on top of her mom, apparently spent out from the earlier activities in school and later, the additional 'homework' she did with Jessica at her place before dinner. Speaking of school activities, the former Chico had nearly forgotten about the important message from Proffesor Phillips. Gathering herself, the phony Rachel propped herself up with an elbow and said: "Mom and da... I mean, Shannon... Do you guys who did I ran into in school today?" Heartbroken Brandon's right jab missed Robert's left cheek as the latter tilted his head to the right fast enough to avoid his on rushing fist. In fact, Robert movement was way more agile than his opponent that he even managed to land a punch into the midriff of Brandon in response. The blow had a lot of force in it that resulted in Brandon having to hold on to his tummy before tumbling down onto the college cafetaria's floor as he grimaced in pain. It had all started when the soon-to-be Paige Olsen's ex-boyfriend found out about her intimate drunk photos with Robert in her dorm room. Worst of all, he had to be told by a mutual friend who saw it on all of Paige's internet social page - be it on Facebook, Instagram or Twitter. Thoughts of mistaken identity and someone pulling a prank on him immediately crossed his mind. However, those thoughts was flushed down the toilet almost as quickly when he checked them out himself. There must be at least 30 to 40 photos of Paige laying nude beside the equally naked Robert on her bed. Brandon recognized that bed, that desk in the background and the Justin Bieber poster on the wall. How could she do this to him? Paige seemed like a smart and nice girl who happened to be good in bed. Brandon wanted to believe that they were all photoshops but he knew better. Some of them showed her kissing Robert on the lips while quite a few exhibited her enthusiasm to hold the bastard's giant cock. Judging from the pictures, he was definitely bigger than him. He nearly smashed his laptop when he saw photos showing Robert's plentiful cum on Paige's exposed body. The pictures kept looping in his head until he ran into Robert in the college's cafeteria that morning. Brandon never really knew the guy but words got around that he was definitely some sort of a 'player'. Seeing the smug on the scum's face ticked him as he threw his bag down before rushing at Robert. Brandon had intended to punch the guy on the face but missed as he got himself buffet in the midriff instead. This guy was like a season MMA fighter or what as the blow to his tummy was so powerful that it caused a lungful of air escape through his breath. Brandon would have vomited if he had taken his breakfast. The furious 21 year-old couldn't do anything but rolled around on the floor. "What's your problem, man?!" Robert sounded defensive. After getting back on his feet, Brandon attempted to have another go at the enemy but was eventually held back by his friends. By then he realized he had no chance against the bigger guy. Brandon was in no condition to pick a fight with this stud. The size of the crowd had already swelled up around them as he was in no mood to explain his reaction to his opponent. With the easily accessible social medium nowadays, he had a feeling that most from the spectators were already well informed anyway. He gathered up his bag and books before turning around, intending to walk away. "Hey, we just had a couple of drinks more than we should!" Robert shouted from the back. Brandon's humiliation was complete as he carried on waking - his right hand was still covering the mark left by Robert on his tummy. Time to prepare himself for another painful confrontation later. He had the feeling that he would not believe what Paige had got to say. Sweet Man The rhythmic squeaking noises of bed coils were accompanied by gasps and heavy breathings as Olivia Wilson was bouncing up and down on Robert's 8 and a half inches cock. The 2-room apartment, just a couple of blocks away from the University of Houston, was meant to be a place for a celebration dinner. Olivia had invited Robert over earlier that evening to thank him for helping her by not mentioning her involvement in the nude photos fiasco which she had stirred up last night. Olivia had apologized to the 23 year-old Business and Accounting Major for the trouble she had caused him as she was totally wasted herself and couldn't really remeamber what had happened in Paige's dorm room. She had apparently unaware of her actions where she used Paige's cellphone to snap the photos before syncing them with all of Paige's social media accounts. Robert Strakovsky didn't even question the absence of Olivia in all of the explicit pictures, but he did remember having a glass of wine with the very attractive brunette. Maybe 2 or 3 glasses more but he couldn't recall. The next morning, Olivia made him promised her not to mentioned her inadvertent part in the whole mess as she didn't want Paige and especially Brandon to think that she did it on purpose out of revenge and jealousy. Olivia was already feeling bad enough for causing the rift in the couple's relationship and she didn't wish for the entire varsity to know that she was an evil bitch. Robert believed her and every single word which came out of those luscious lips. Olivia, on the other hand, knew that she had got her man under her spell. He even believed that she would explain the actual situation to Brandon once things had settled a little. The former Adrian Torres used the brat's crush on Olivia in the past to his advantage. 'She' knew Robert wouldn't mind taking the 'bullet' for her. This would only add more stain to his reputation but the fake Olivia knew Robert was only happy he could help. To appreciate his sacrifice, 'Olivia' had invited the handsome admirer over to her apartment for dinner. By utilizing the original Olivia's memory and some of his own, the former mafia assassin made a proper candle light steak dinner. By the time the table had been nicely set up, the couple of gentle knocks on her door reminded 'Olivia' of the good times she had in Paige's room less than 24 hours ago. She was already getting horny just by thinking about it. The full length mirror beside the main door allowed her to examine her appearance. 'Olivia' looked stunning in a halter-neck body-hugging black dress where its bottom hem barely reaching her mid-thigh. The rest of her long legs were left bare as they ended into a pair of 3-inch elegant heels. Her dark brown hair was let loose and comb to her left as they flowed over her left shouder and resting in front of her upper body. The diamond earring was shining bright on her right ear while the one on her left was hidden behind the fullness of her hair. It was the image that would give 'her' former self a woody. With the middle finger of her left delicate hand, the make-believe Olivia stroke an isolated strand of hair to the side before finally opening the door. Through the gap, she verified that it was indeed the man she was expecting before releasing the door latch. Robert was looking good in a tight collar tee which showed off his pectorals and biceps as well as a pair of blue jeans. The young man reminded the former Adrian of himself when he was still a teenager - big, sturdy and athletic. Now in the form of a beautiful brunette, he didn't feel odd at all getting turned on by such a well-endowed guy. In fact, the new Olivia began to feel warmth building up starting from the crotch of 'her' black laced thong as she let 'her' guest in. Robert gave her a friendly hug and a couple of pecks on the cheeks. The guy was certainly not as nervous as last night but she was fond of the fullness and the sense of security his muscular physique provided. It made the former cold-blooded killer wondered whether any of his lovers thought the same of him in the past. "You're... you look amazing," Robert complimented. "Thanks... you look good yourself," Olivia said. There was a pregnant pause as the sounds from the bustling streets below took over. 'Olivia' could see the redness on the visitor's cheeks as she felt the warmth on hers as much. Truth be told, 'her' whole body was heating up in spite of the apartment's air conditioning. Robert was the gentleman as expected when he broke the ice by clearing his throat before giving praise to Olivia for the nicely setup dinner table. Despite that and her suggestion that Robert wait at the table while she bring out the 3-course meal, they both realized that the attraction between was too much. Before either of them knew it, they literally jumped into each other in an intimate embrace as they kissed with more passions than 'Olivia' had anticipated. The transgender impostor was aware of Robert's infatuation for the old Olivia but 'she' had never noticed her growing affection in return. 'Olivia' was the more aggressive one as she probed her lover's mouth with her tongue. The couple was having their hand all over each other as they swapped saliva. 'She' was loving the feel of being caressed by the gentle touches of his strong hands. Robert spent a lot of time on her boobs and it was understandable as she had decided to do without a bra for the evening. His big hands then travelled to her behind as he groped at her firm derri?re. 'Olivia' would never get tired of the manipulation of her gluteus through the fabric of her black dress and the silk thong. The heavy patting continued all the way into her bedroom as they had barely left each others lips. Robert's shirt was lifted over his head by the journalism 2nd year undergraduate before he proceeded to reach behind her to unzip and let her sensual dress drop around her ankles. He was rewarded with full and direct access to Olivia's gravity defying tits. As Robert was working his magic with his hands kneading at her stiffened nipples, the new Olivia went to work with releasing his straining cock from the restrictive confinement of his jeans and boxer. Finally parted from the lengthy French kiss, the former Adrian had to kneel to examine 'her' lover's impressive package. Robert's manhood was already fully erected with its glistening precum leaking from the circumscribed head as Olivia said hello again for the second time in 24 hours. Using the tip of her dainty finger, the brunette teased by gently touching the huge shaft. As she slowly pulled away, the precum formed a temporary line between the penis and her index finger. Robert was nearly begging for it before she finally parted her lips and allowed the monster meat slid through. 'Olivia' could already feel the difference between the senseless sex she was having with her 'family' and the ones she was now experiencing with Robert. There was definitely something else in it though she was still uncertain what it was. Unlike the previous occasion, 'Olivia' didn't wish to rush it. 'She' wanted to savor the moment - the moment where she felt at ease with Robert. Her tongue flicked and swirled around his head before she attempted to go the distance. 'Olivia' could only go as far as 5 of the 8 and a half inches without choking. She then withdrew all the way to glance up at the face of the man who by now had surrendered his body and soul to her. His priceless look brought an ear-to-ear grin to Olivia's face as she brought the cock back into her mouth. With her right hand moving downwards to rub her clit through the material of her thong, the false Olivia opened up her throat muscles as she engulfed as much as 7 inches of Robert's shaft. Trying to hold her breath for as long as possible, her face turned red before Olivia gave in to her gag reflex as she had the cock slid out of her oral cavity. A few bouts of cough later, the brunette swiftly recovered before putting Robert's shaft back into her mouth as she was bobbing her head on his manhood in no time. Her delicate right hand slipped in front of her panties before continuing to directly stroke at her clit. Olivia could feel her panty-crotch drenched as she paused her fellatio act before pushing her man onto the bed. It took her very little time to climb onto Robert, yank the crotch of her thong aside and guide the well-lubricated cock into her box. The gorgeous 20 year-old grunted and moaned as she felt her womanhood expanding as her saliva and the natural lubrication made it easier for her to lower herself onto his monstrous shaft. It was similar in measurements to one of the Kozak's men but that guy was ugly. Robert was definitely an all-rounder as his prick was completely buried inside of the girl he had eyes on for quite some time. Olivia was breathing hard and fast as she was grinding her pussy against her lover's groin. The sensation of fullness and the electric jolts from her clit travelling throughout her body was heavenly to say the least. The once heartbroken girl was bouncing up and down on her newfound lover's cock in record time as she fondled her perfectly shaped breasts - further adding to the multitudes of intense stimulus. "Oooohhh... fuck... fuuucccckkk... this... body... fuck... I fucking lovin' this girl's body... Yeah, yeah... do you like this pussy? Huuhh... do you like this girl's cunt?!" The words coming out of Olivia's mouth was certainly odd. But then again, they rarely make much sense when one was driven to the height of such ecstasy. The rhythmic squeaking noises of the bed coils did not prevent Olivia from reaching a couple of explosive orgasms before Robert felt his sacs tightened. In the heat of the moment, he used his strength to carry Olivia up and gently lay the girl on her back before picking up where he left off. With him on top in the missionary position, Robert only managed a few more thrusts before he drew out his cock and aimed towards Olivia's breasts and lovely face. His first load projected with such force that it nearly reached the wall behind the bed. The second, third and following cumshots landed on Olivia's disheveled dark brown hair, nose, chin and most of the rest on her breasts. Robert was spent from probably the most passionate sex he had had in a very long time as he slumped beside his lover. "So, the rumours were right... You're very good in bed," the new Olivia said, still trying to catch her breath. "Thanks... You're amazing too, Olivia," Robert said. "I bet you said that to every girl you've bedded," Olivia said with sarcasm. "Oh common... Please don't trust all the rumors," Robert said. "Let's not forget the whole point of the invitation... You hungry?" "Starving, actually..." "I'll go heat up the steaks while you go freshen up," Olivia said as she got up from the bed before leaning over to kiss Robert on the lips. Her heart fluttered for a moment as she didn't expect to do that after any sort of sex. It certainly felt new to the former mafia assassin. Robert admired the view of Olivia's naked form as she sauntered out of the room and into the kitchen. For someone like him, this was probably the only time he had ever considered starting a serious relationship with a girl. Prior to her breakup, Olivia was just a challenge for his confidence. Now that he had really known the girl, he discovered something very different about her that his previous conquers had lacked. Robert wished he could tell what it was. The vibration of Olivia's pink cased iPhone on the side table caught Robert's attention. He wanted to grab the phone and bring it to her but the wordings on the lock screen interested him. He didn't mean to pry though he was left scratching his head when he read: From: Sis Rachel (Encrypted) The CIA's onto us again. They suspected we're in the Wilsons. Come back. Friendly Neighbors. 3 days later. Claire Pearson had Karen's wardrobe in her mind all day as she observed the beautiful Korean lady's proficiency in pastry baking. Karen Kim was making the suburb neighborhood drooled over her cakes and cookies, so Claire had to pay the Asian widow a visit and learn from her. In truth, that was just an excuse. Claire couldn't wait for the whole kitchen demonstration to end so that they could move the tour upstairs of Kim's double story mansion. Once the mixing was ready, Karen used an ice cream scoop to filled each of the paper cups on the oven tray with the chocolate mixture. After they had slid the tray into the pre-heated oven, the two elegant ladies chatted about their kids and gossiped about the upscale neighborhood. Their conduct was no different from any other ordinary housewives, passing their time while waiting for their children to return from school. Everything seemed perfectly normal except for Claire's occasional glimpse down the V-neck pink blouse which Karen was wearing. The former Samuel Johnson could see the lace of the Korean lady's pink bra as she leaned over the counter top. He was beginning to wonder whether it was a push-up bra because the host's cleavage was impressive especially for an Asian chic. The make-believe Mrs. Pearson felt 'her' crotch tickled as the conversation progressed. They even talked about rumors of Katherine Wilson's affair with her Yoga instructor which was available from Claire's memories. As a matter of fact, the phony housewife realized that most of their conversations were focused on the Wilson's household. The loud 'ding' startled 'Claire' as 20 minutes had flown by. It was time to remove the cupcakes from the oven as Karen slid the tray out before placing it on the counter top. The sight and the aroma of the end products made 'Claire' forgot about the host's obsession with Katherine and her family. They looked fantastic and tasted even better. Maybe one day when 'she' was tired of playing with 'her' wardrobe, the phony Claire might consider baking as a new hobby. Though it was good, Claire had only finished half of hers as she had to watch over her weight. So was Karen as she threw her other half into the wastage before asking one of her maids to clean up. Claire's heart was pounding when she suggested they go upstairs as she had a few dresses she wanted to show her. At the bottom of the curved staircase, there were the gleams in Claire's eyes as she admired Karen's slender form and her firm ass which was wrapped in a very tight black knee-length skirt. Her movement was effortless in those 4-inch black pumps. Even in her own home, Karen did not fail to make herself very presentable. If the real Claire was still alive, she and the Korean lady would get along really well. The former Samuel started feeling wetness in the crotch of Claire's black and purple silk panties as the ticklish sensation was building and spreading to