Everything felt just so wrong, the worst was the noticeable void betweenmy legs.It didn't feel bad or anything, in fact I have to admit, I kind of lik...edit.The feeling of being taller and much more limber was really enjoyable, butmy new private parts were something I shouldn't possess.I had to keep myself busy to not think about it, so I turned on my consoleand played a few rounds of some racing game I found in my room. But eventhat could not distract from my recent anatomical changes. I could. “Don’t worry, lad. I’ll get you to safety.”————————————Bareth had taken the child to an orphanage in Hollowhall where he was looked after for eighteen long years. He came to be named Adar, after the name was discovered sewn into the luxurious black cloth that he was wrapped with. There Adar was taught by the nuns and raised with a strict upbringing. He studied hard and worked harder, tending to the church and even farming on occasion. On his sixteenth birthday he was gifted an apprenticeship. Her arms, raised either side of her shoulders, were clamped by the wrists into permanent-looking manacles on the extended handles of the cart, and by the looks of the red rubbing around her wrists, they had been restrained there for a very long time. A thick metal collar around her neck also connected her to the cart by a chain. Her legs were captured in mid-step, straining, and her feet looked hard, worn and rough. I examined her surroundings - it was clearly an intensely hot sun that shone in. Smith’s legs. We took turns sucking her breasts, licking her pussy, and kissing her face. Kendra was having just as much fun as I was.Mrs. Smith asked, “Do you let your brother fuck you?”Kendra blushed and said, “Not yet. I let him do everything but fuck me tonight after the girls were in bed.”Mrs. Smith asked, “Are you both virgins?”We nodded our heads yes.She asked, “Would you rather he be a virgin the first time that he fucks you or can I let him fuck me first?”Kendra said, “He can fuck you.