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Chapter 6 by Hellexia Hellexia

Forgive Mrs. Hunt?

Yes, Reluctantly.

Gulping, you looked over at the bed. Jessica's face looked back at you, pleading with you. It was hard enough to say no to her normally, but it was even harder now. Something about the idea of Mrs. Hunt turning Jessica into a skin, wearing her, and fooling everyone about it turned you on. That, and Mrs. Hunt did it out of love for you, right?

"Fine." You finally said, turning your head away. Instead of a reply, you heard a flurry of footsteps before arms wrapped around you.

"I'm so glad..." You heard Jessica's voice whisper as her grip got tighter. Maybe you were fucked up, but the thoughts that plagued your mind, imagining everything you'd done with Jessica with Mrs. Hunt made your mind run wild. You had all sorts of fantasies, imagining turning anyone, everyone in a skin, using their bodies as their own. "Hey..." You heard "Jessica" say suddenly. "A bit excited?"

Your face felt hot as Mrs. Hunt backed away with a grin. "My girlfriend IS half-naked right in front of me." You say with a smile.

Mrs. Hunt grinned, twirling her hair. Or, her daughter's hair. God, there was something so hot when she did that. "I could take care of that for you. Or... We could mess with the pens. Don't think I haven't caught you looking at my sister."

"Katie? Or are you talking about one of your sisters?" You ask.

"Well, my aunt Rebecca lives a few blocks away. But I didn't take you for a chubby chaser!" Mrs. Hunt responded as she touched her chin with her finger. Clearly, Mrs. Hunt was still playing the part of Jessica. Not that it didn't turn you on. God, you were messed up.

Grinning like a madman, you answered. "The pens. Of course. Why don't you pick someone nice, 'Jessica'? I'll trust your judgement."

"Jessica" smiled at that. "I'm soooo glad my boyfriend is into my little hobby!" Grabbing both pens, she ran out the bedroom door, seemingly forgetting she was still not wearing anything below the waist. Sighing, you followed your girlfriend a few seconds later. But when you reached the living room, the sight that awaited you was...

What, or Who Was Waiting in the Living Room?

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