“Shhhh,” he says, when I whimper. Taking his fingers out, he replaces the two with three, and I feel my hips buck from the shock. “It’s okay, ...baby. You’re doing perfectly. I need to get your pussy ready for my cock, and all you need to do is relax.” He thrusts his fingers inside of me like a cock, and I find myself moaning in response. When he pulls his fingers out, I feel empty. I feel wanting. I whimper and find his eyes with my own. “You want more, right?” he says as he picks me up off his. Capped sleeves showed offblack arm's-length gloves. Paste pav? necklace and bracelets, matchingchandelier earrings. A Marilyn flip under a silly Santa hat. Yep, anotherhorribly dated, attention demanding outfit that made me the punchline ofRhonda's fashion sight gag. So retro that my flashy tastelessness was besidethe point. Watch me pirouette through the sequin-covered gates of Santa'scastle. Smile and pose. Flash go a dozen cameras. Pose with the kids? Ofcourse not! I sit on the Daddy's laps,. The hood fully retracted, her"penis" moved upward slightly and completed the changes."Wow," was all Natasha could say, looking down and examining the changesto her body. I moved my hand away to allow Natasha to explore. She heldthe glans between two fingers and lifted the ample cock, letting it goand watching it flop back down onto her lap. "They are moving," shesaid ushering me to look. I watched and chuckled as her new ballsslowly gyrated in their sack."That's totally normal," I reassured. She’s a nice lady.”Janice looked at her son. At fifteen he stood five feet ten tall and broad shouldered. Not film-star good looking but a pleasant appearance but with a smile which lit up his face. His eyes, a dark blue, sparkled. She was very proud of her son. She often wished that she’d married his father instead of her ex-husband. Ex because of Tom’s birth. It had been a mad fling at work and Tom was the consequence. Mike had assumed the boy was his and she was not honestly sure.