But my wife? All the neighbors, powerfull women, liked her. She started going out with them and before I knew it, my wife started to despise me. She b...lamed me for making less money than her and making her do all the work. I always kept my cool during our disputes because I knew she was only waiting for me to make a mistake.My mistake was when I tried to defend our daughter Jennifer. Daughter, not son? That's right. Reaching puberty, little John felt more female than male and at the age of 18. Within the next thirty seconds they both took off their tops and bras exposing their average sized breasts. To Jim and I they were hot but to some of you reading this you might think they were old saggy tits. They did show some age but were still somewhat perky and were not the old saggy tits you might have in your mind.At this point my hand fell into my lap as I felt my cock starting to get hard. I looked at Jim and he was rubbing his cock through his pants. When I looked back Karen had. I then brought him home to his parent’s house before heading back to my small apartment. When I got home, I noticed the small red light on my answering machine blinking. I hit the play button and was surprised to hear the high-pitched voice of Jenny asking if I wanted to get together the next day. I called her back and she answered on the first ring, “I was hoping that you’d call me back.” She talked in a hushed voice as if she didn’t want anyone to hear that she was on the phone, but we talked. ” “OK, I will get it,” Sandy answered. “Oh, and one more thing, pet; you will call me Miss or Mistress tonight, understood?” Francine asked. “Yes, Miss,” Sandy answered. For some reason, that made her pussy tingle. They walked into the bedroom and Sandy grabbed a robe. “No clothes, remember, pet?” Francine asked. “Oh, yes. Thank you, Miss, for reminding me.”Sandy strolled naked out to her driveway to get the bag. The driveway was lit by a street light across the street. Sandy half wished.