"Ah you OK?" asked Linda, her transformed voice now a sexy purr.I looked up at her, and gasped. Before me stood a young womanin her early twenties wit...h the face and the body of a supermodel.There's pretty, there's beautiful, and then there's breath-takingly gorgeous, which is what she now was. Her lush mane ofthick, dark hair, her flashing eyes, and skin that was now acouple of shades darker than it had been, meant she looked moreLatina than English Rose. Dressed in a figure hugging littleblack. Anyway, George was waiting. The bed was waiting. Breakfast first, flavored with anticipation. George had cooked breakfast, a special one.“Sit and drink your coffee,” he said. “I’ll fix your eggs. Sunny side?”“Sunny side. Just one. You’re spoiling me.”“I was up first. Celebration isn’t spoiling; habit is spoiling. Anyway, you’ve cooked me more meals in the last month than I’ve cooked you in the last two years. Am I spoiled?”It was a miracle that he wasn’t, wasn’t quite. And it had nothing to do. As they walked along, they giggled as usual at their own daring, forthey were naked under their flimsy dresses, and they suspected that many ofthe men who paused to in honest admiration to watch them pass were consideringwistfully clipping leashes to the collars around the slender, sun-tanned necksand leading them away before shrugging off the attractive notion as an impossibledream. Jane, who had given up enquiring of her cousin where she was being taken,giggled and blushed as she recognised. “Take that dress off!” he commands. As requested I peel the dress up and off my body and hand it to my Dad. He drops it on the floor, and runs his hand over my now huge baby belly. Then he pinches a nipple. “These are starting to fill with milk too. Not long now Baby. As Bob thinks you look so good I think we should take some pictures for the family album.” Dad says as he heads into the sitting room. I hear him routing through cupboards. “That’s it. Come in here” he says. As I walk through the.