She pulled me up to sitting and lifted her head off him her face facing towards mine. Wanna try, she asked and somehow she didnt need to explain what.... I shook my head no and heard her say very softly, Come on, give it a try. I then felt her pull on my hand, then my wrist then my arm guiding me towards my foster fathers cock. Kiss it then suck on it like a lolly pop, she coached me. I then felt her hand go onto my shoulder and pushing me towards my fathers cock. What I was most ashamed of and. ”, Dianne said. “Kyle, get your dad his coffee before he dies. Allan, sweetheart, set the table for mom and I’ll be out in a minute with this.” Dianne, a petite woman, was used to giving orders. She was the consummate nurse in charge who expected to be obeyed. She also had long blonde hair, dark brown eyes and a slight frame. For twelve hours a day she cared for new mothers and their husbands, so she was very familiar with keeping young men in line. Allan grabbed the coffee pot and two mugs. "I'm gonna have to get a big mirror for this room," she said with a smile.The differences were striking. Not only was Margaret completely well, the new Margaret was taller because she stood straighter, and the age regression was apparent in her face, her hands, and her hair. The remainder of her body was covered up. She turned to Abner and swept him into a fierce hug. Kisses soon followed, chaste at first but with more and more passion. When Abner broke free of the embrace, he nearly stumbled,. The flicker of his smile seemed like a laser, shooting into her eyes and being bounced, somehow, to her belly, where it fed a ball of glowing heat that made her feet shuffle amid the flakes and curlicues of waste produced by the lathe.And, while Linda had time to think, the ghost had more than enough time to explore its host. The body itself took only a few minutes to learn. Most of the time was spent in that immense library that was Linda's mind, opening book after book, discovering her hopes.