Miranda quickly snatched Amy's purse from the rack by the door. Stepping into Amy's heels and sliding on her coat, she headed for "her" car. Sitting down in the driver's seat, she couldn't help but check her reflection in the rear view mirror. She loved seeing her best friend looking back at her.
It was only a short drive to Amy's, no her, place. Less than ten minutes later Miranda walked into her borrowed home. She'd spent the whole drive there getting into character. For the time being, she was no longer Miranda the married housewife. No, that role was being filled by Dave back at her old house. She grinned at the thought of her big strong husband being taken by Amy in his body. In fact the idea was turning Amy's body on.
It wasn't long before "Amy" found herself laying in her bed, naked, examining the differences of her borrowed form. This body was only a year or so younger but her curves were a bit firmer, her breasts a bit perkier, and her pussy my sensitive. Or at least it sure seemed so. Over the next hour "Amy" brought herself to three screaming orgasms. And she hadn't even resorted to using any of "her" toys.
While coming down for her self achieved high she heard her phone beep. Curious, she got up to check the notifications even though she was still a little weak in the knees. She was pleased to see it was from. . . . .
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