Casual visit to the ex's

After quickly giving the two girls a slap on their rumps (which they responded with a sweet thanks) you exited the library and knew just who to meet with next. Placing your feet together, you close your eyes and feel a slight whisk around you. When you open them, you are at 1314 Mets Way, in front of a simple suburban home.

You pass through the gate, which is as white and crickety as you remember.

Knock-knock!

At the door, you patiently wait when it eventually opens and a redheaded girl appears behind it, still in her young vibrant 20's.

"John? What are you doing here?"

"Madison? Who's that?"

A deep throb of a voice murmurs from the background, and you look back to Madison. She is looking at you adamantly.

"I'm sorry, but I'm kind of busy at the moment."

Before she could close the door, you hold it open. "Madison," you say, wishing in your mind for the world to accommodate you, "you have something you want to tell me."

Opening the door once again, Madison invites you in. "Oh, that's right. Come in."

You take a seat by the living room TV while Madison sits across from you on the couch. She is clothed in nice fitting sweatpants and a thin, tight white tanktop, showcasing her smooth skin perfectly, and which you remember like it was only yesterday.

"So," she says, placing her elbows against her knees. A serious look occupies her face. "I just wanted to say I was sorry. About everything."

You nod in understanding and she continues.

"I shouldn't have broken up with you because of my own insecurities. To tell you the truth, John, I... I was a selfish bitch." She holds up a finger. "Correction: I am a selfish bitch. I am one real bitch. I am, right, John?"

Again you nod, your look one of pleasant receptiveness. You didn't harbor that much resentment for her to begin with but it is nevertheless entertaining to see people grovel so you roll it out.

"So here's what I'm gonna do," she shifts in her seat. "I'm going to go down to the tattoo parlor. I'm going to tell them where I want it, and that it'll be on my right ass cheek, and for them to etch 'Belongs to John Doe' onto it. Then I'll take a picture of it and put it online for everyone to see." After a quick tingle from you, she adds, "And then we could have a quick fuck at home while my boyfriend watches, if you want. I'll just call you or something."

You shrug in approval. Madison nods and squeezes your two hands, once again thanking you for coming. As she walks you to the door, you clean some mild blemishes from her body, sculpting her to an even hotter version of herself than she already was. Tighter butt, bouncier and more rounded breasts, and spotless skintone. The works.

"Thanks again, John." A smooch lands on your cheek before she waves with a sweet smile and closes the door.

A final notion pops up in your head.

The door opens up again. "Oh, almost forgot," says the redheaded beaut as she pulls something over her right foot and sets it back down. "Here, as a friendly gesture from me, your bitch and yours only." Madison throws something your way. You let it fall from your face into your hand. It is her lacy black panties. The door closes and you pocket the undergarment on your way back through the white crickety gate.