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I took a quick look toward the sink which had been filled with a weeks worth of dishes this morning when I left the house, but it was empty but for several pots she had used to cook tonight's dinner.

"Why don't you go wait for me in the living room or else you can go straight to the bedroom if you can think of something we might do their together." She said with a soft laugh as she brushed my arm and then started putting dishes into the dishwasher.

Her suggestion sounded good to me, but I still had to wonder what was happening. All of my senses told me I was experiencing things just as they had been months ago, but my mind was screaming that something was wrong. Could I believe my eyes and my nose and my hands or should I try to look for some explanation that would prove none of this was real. My emotions were fighting with the logic in my brain, and right now I wasn't sure which would win out. Deep down I hoped the emotional side was right, but somehow I knew that the argument against this offered some merit as well. I tried to forget my concerns as I went into the living room and sat, waiting for her to finish in the kitchen and come to join me.

Michelle soon came out and saw me sitting on the sofa, she arched her eyebrows in surprise.

"I guess my hint was a little too subtle for you, I really expected you to be waiting for me in the bedroom." She laughed, the same laugh I remembered.

"I don't know, maybe I just have too much on my mind right now." I suggested, hoping she wouldn't try to read too much into it.

"Well, why don't you join me in the bedroom? Is that direct enough?" She said pointedly as she held out her hand to me.

I reached for her hand and she helped pull me off of the sofa and then led me into the bedroom. As I watched, she unbuttoned her blouse and threw it toward the clothes hamper before turning away from me. I stood behind her, not quite certain what to do when she looked over her shoulder and asked "Aren't you going to unhook my bra for me?"

I slowly reached forward and grasped the straps before unhooking it, it had been a while since I had done this but I had not forgotten how. She shrugged out of it and it fell to the floor, she kicked it toward the blouse by the hamper and stood there without saying a word. I was hesitant and waited to see what she would do next.

"Well? You unhooked the bra, what happened to that grope I get? Don't you like playing with my tits any more?" She said with a soft giggle, before looking over her shoulder to see my reaction to her words.

I had thought to do just that, but at this moment my hands didn't seem to want to obey my mind's direction. Once she had raised the subject though I did reach around and slowly closed my hands around her warm breasts, they were just as I had remembered them. I squeezed and massaged gingerly, I still wasn't sure about what I was doing.

"You can do a better job than that, can't you?" She said, placing her hands atop mine and pushing them hard into her breasts. I could feel the nipples getting harder as they pushed into my palms as I put more effort into my task, now getting more involved.

"Now that's how you should play with my tits!" She said, leaning back into me and continuing to direct my hands.

After several minutes of fondling her breasts, she pulled my hands away and turned to face me, wrapping her arms around my torso and pulling herself close before kissing me deeply. I was almost expecting the cold feel of her lips that I remembered from the last time I saw her lying in the coffin but I fought the memory, they certainly weren't cold as she responded and became more passionate quickly. Any thoughts about how this couldn't logically be happening immediately left me, my only feeling now was that of a hot willing woman in my arms.

We kissed for several minutes, our passion and arousal growing by the second.