" No, I couldn't believe anyone cared enough about what I did to give me a reputation, good or bad. Besides, I don't think this would matter to anyone... I know. If I was fugh ... sleeping with anyone and everyone then I'd get a phone number graffiti rep but if I had a single boyfriend then everyone would assume we were doing something anyway. To be caught almost doing something or almost caught actually doing something would be quite normal." You'd discuss these things?"Even Rosalee and Hailey. Finally powered up after all these many years, the machine prepared to make the switch, which the accidental fall of the device had triggered!John's mom was doing the dishes a few minutes later. There was a blast of light and both mother and son fainted. Each was unaware as their bodies remolded themselves into genetic duplicates of the other via a process John had long abandoned as an unworkable theory.The next thing she knew, John's mother Olivia was occupying her son's body. She broke a. "Oh, baby, take my cum… Take Daddy’s cum!” as he poured his syrupy juice into her willing receptacle.“OHHH MY GOD! It’s SOOO good!” She arched her back, thrusting her pussy upward, trying to get more of her father’s shooting prick inside of her.Mike remained buried inside her as deep as he could be, thrusting his hips forward with every blast of semen from his prick. “Take it, baby! Take it all!” Stacey felt the warm ball of wet heat form deep inside her, and knowing that heat was her own. " Mine's Wendy ... I'm six." Hi, Wendy."She giggled. "You're funny," she said.In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on.Her musical giggle followed me."Come again, Mr. P," she called. "We'll have another happy day."The next few days consisted of a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings, and an ailing mother. The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out of the dishwater. I need a sandpiper, I said to myself, gathering up my coat.The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited.