Both Daddy and Sammie grunted and growled as they hammered my aching twat and ass relentlessly, then Daddy growled "Sammie..its your turn"....Sammie s...topped,her pixie face twisted with raw lust as Daddy withdrew his hardness from my ass and as Sammie wiggled slid roughly into her ass "Unnnnfffffff....deepppppeeerrrr Daddddyyy....." she mewed ,lifting up and slightly backwards,her own "cock" still buried deep in my pussy..as Sammie tugged and pinched her hard nipples I felt Daddy grab a hold of. You'd never catch her diddlingherself in a bathroom with a magazine. She wouldn't have to. Allshe'd have to do is slip into something slinky, fluff up herhair and go down the street. She wouldn't make it two stepsbefore some man would be ready to saw off his right arm for thechance to do anything she wanted him to do." So you're saying being a beautiful woman makes you feel betterand more in control of your fate than being a man did?"Justin couldn't believe what he was saying. "Yeah. I guess. ThoughMrs. Crandle looked just as she always had right before her, in themirror, the older woman's normally lovely face had completely differentfeatures. The mirror image's face was that of a smiling, nasty lookingman, a man with a hungry look in his eye."What in the fuck is this?!!??! W-What are you?!?!" Nikki gasped."Right now Nikki sweetie, I'm Paula Crandle, but in a moment, I'll beyou!!!" Mrs. Crandle's voice laughed fiendishly, sounding completelywrong when matched to the male face in the. We headed to shower and bed. The two Helen clones I became intimate with during the Tale chose for me where these places would be. I accompanied them back to the theater.Not in the least a communal shower, two made for a tight fit and three would be impossible. Elsa, the blonde Scandinavian, pulled me in first while her half-sister sat on the toilet and pissed. "I need to piss too," I admitted."Me too," Elsa said, and I saw the wetness cover her thighs while she adjusted the shower head to.