Theceiling became mirrored. Her closet enlarged, and the clothes insidebecame downright racy. Candi loved them all, especially the Vinylminiskirts and... lycra halters. She swooned over the growing shoecollection, and giggled when the PVC stripper shoes appeared, sheremembered how much she loved wearing those when she got fucked. Her roomwas becoming that of a very well sexed young woman, the yearbook becominga dildo, her books becoming skin mags, filled with hot guys....Candishook her. I gently started to rub my swollen prick fantasizing about the many times I had seen my mother’s heaving bosoms, her big nipples tight against the lining of her tight blouse tops, her firm creamy belly smooth like silk, her big fleshy buttock cheeks, tight against her sari, swaying side to side as she walked. Yes, I thought to myself as I squeezed my cock-helmet softly – my mother was a goddess, whose pussy was waiting to get fucked by me – her son. It was my destiny!I stood in an hypnotic. "Get yourself to bed, Diane. We'll see you in the morning."In your bedroom, you begin to pack a small suitcase with a few casual clothes, a few dresses, along with a few beauty items and knickknacks. Catching your reflection in the mirror, you pause and look over yourself. "This is the last time I'll see myself in this" you think, staring at it and thinking about how long you've been looking into the same mirror over the years, growing up into what you see in front of you: pretty blonde hair. I suspected she would give herself to any man who took her fancy. Partly because this was in her nature, and partly to save her poor father from financial ruin. He had like many foolish gentry gambled their wealth away in gambling rooms set up by my parent, and which I had inherited.Because I had deceived Anne-Marie about my intentions, and because I had fallen desperately in love with the Lady Helen Hammond and broken off our engagement when I had settled with Winslow ... I had spared her.