Mom said no he wont learn his lesson that way and she gave me a quick wink as well.I suppose Mrs Stevens said your right. ... We finished breakfast and Mom instructed me to do the dishes so the girls could get to the sewing No problem Mom I can handle that you ladies have fun. Grandma was first to get up and go into the bedroom and shut the door so she. In a minute we were both all smooth and slick and shiny. Then I moved closer to him so that our bare legs were touching. He was sitting with his knees up, his thighs spread apart enough so that I could see everything. I leaned forward and put one hand down to his butt, then touched his anus with a finger. He let me."Is this your pussy?" I said, in a soft, teasing, lispy, girly voice, spreading the oil from his wet thighs down between his cheeks and touching his hole with a slippery. I grabbed a long piece of my jet-black hair and noticed that it had gained a lot of luster and volume, as opposed to my old wiry brown hair. My skin was still a slightly tan pigment, but was now much softer and devoid of hair. I wasn't sure if it was the skin itself, or the lack of hair that made the skin so much more sensitive, but I felt like I could feel every single strand of fabric holding my pajamas together.I pulled up my shirt a bit so I could see my new stomach, which was much the same. She should not be able to walk out from here, the sperm must run out of her.They release my arms from the bed, but hold on to the lines tied to my hands.They get me up on my feet to stand next to the bed, my guy gives me a deep kiss, and pulls my tits.Do you like it, he asks, giving my tits some slappings, I reply with a whimper.Not because it hurt, but I stood bound, got groped and had fingers up my holes and got my tits slapped.Listen my little whore, this is what you were born for and we.