" Your name is Melinda and you are a girl." Again it went on, over and over again."Who are you and what are you?" I am Melinda and I am a girl." Who a...re you?" I am Melinda and I am a girl." Good girl. I now want you to do something for me. It will show the trance is in effect." What?" Shoot a load of cum."Without touching myself I started squirting cum."Now Melinda I want you put on your training bra and panties and go out and announce yourself to your girlfriends." Hi, my name is Melinda and I. My arousal was undeniable, and the quiet voice of reason which reminded that this vision of nubile loveliness was not only fourteen years of age but my only daughter, seemed to be noticeably absent. Daughter or not, Lucy was beautiful, combining all of her mother's best attributes with an air of simple, innocent sexiness which I found intoxicating. When Lucy brushed her slender fingertips up the outside of her thighs, then reached around to firmly squeeze the cheeks of her ass, I thought there. "Dan," Deb said, seriously, "One month, and then its campaign season."Dan agreed, and pointed at Effy. "All we needed was him," and Effy blushed.The doorbell rang, and Lynne appeared, with her Aunt and Uncle. "I'm really sorry about your family's friend," the Aunt apologized. "Thank you for having us on such short notice." Oh, it's nothing," Kate said. "It's been a very mixed-up week. Hey, you know, we're in the winemaking business, it's only right that we find you a glass of wine. Come on in. I have to admit that I do appreciate how she's taught him to go down on a woman. He's got a great tongue." You're kidding," Denise said."Not at all. He's really good in bed. Maybe I'll let you experience Chuck after you've stopped being a fat woman," Susan said."What?" Denise asked shocked at the suggestion."Eat up," Dale said gesturing to the oatmeal. He said, "There's nothing worse than cold oatmeal."Denise ate her oatmeal wondering when Susan had turned into a slut. Before she knew it, she.