She remembered she had not had time to wipe after her wee and she blushed bright as he forced her head down over the bed, making her bend over, she re...ached down to catch herself, dropping her pants and his hands and ending up leaned over the bed with her ass bare.He held her hair tightly and painfully and raised his other hand behind her."Do not," he accentuated with a smack on her exposed ass, "ever," Smack! "ever," Smack! "come in here," Smack! "without knocking!" Smack ... She yelped at each. " Like I want to know your inner-most thoughts - ugh, scary thought." Whenshe had the file open on her laptop, she said, "OK, here it is: '"Thyme"by Jeremy L. Kerrson'. Oh, he copyrighted it, Mom. That means he thinksit's good. 'It was a time of happiness. It was a time of anxiety. It wasa time of accomplishments....' Ripping off a famous opening, that's kindof risky isn't it?"Jerry said, "It's called parallelism, Jessie. Dickens didn't invent it."He did wonder if that did echo Dickens too much. Was that why my chest felt different? Rounder? Though I could stillfeel the lines of my pectorals underneath the alien softness. When Iturned to examine my profile there was a real suggestion of breastbuds; like when Dakota had started growing hers. She'd been so proud ofthem, using the evidence of her journey into puberty as another reasonwhy she was better than me.Well, I wasn't turning into a girl because the whole idea was bollocks.Therefore I was having a weird dream promoted by the beer. " She whispered with a smirk "Alright, play with your self for 30 seconds." She just smiled. She pulled her shorts over and showed me her thong clad pussy, I could see how soaked she was. She pressed one finger against her pussy and rubbed it in circles. Her eyes closed and she let out a low moan. "Dammit you're sexy," I told her She smiled and reached up to her breasts. She unhooked it from the clip in the front and let her bra fall free. Her breasts fell loose and I could hardly contain.