“Your father got me breast implants for Christmas. And, nipple rings.”That is the problem with inheriting kittens rather than making them kittens ...yourself. I never knew how the programming was done, what exactly the words were, what to expect in an unusual situation. But, that may be an excuse. I knew Mom was programmed and the way I said it was an order. So, it was really my doing as much as Uncle Bert’s. I just did not think about it before I spoke. Or, did I, reaching some subconscious. Even though she didn't have the figure from her youth she used to have, it still was a very impressive one for her age. She didn't have any fat anywhere to be seen on her. The outfit did nothing but flatter her slim figure. It showed that while she was still nice to look at, she was at one time truly impressive."Well it's obvious that I'm not in the Inn anymore," thought Brianna dryly as she looked down and examined her outfit.But Brianna didn't give her new attire much consideration as she now. You don't want me to be like your wife. You want an open, liberated marriage." Yes," Dennis nodded."Then we might as well start now, darling. Fuck her!" Jesus, you mean right in front of you, Norma, honey?" Yes!" Fuck me, God, fuck me!" Peggy mumbled from the sofa.Dennis had never fucked an unconscious woman, nor had he fucked onewoman in front of another. But Norma was right. Life with her would be like this after he divorced his wife, so he might as well start right now.He approached the. Linda liked to get around in tight skirts and dresses showing off herbig tits and long legs which she always kept swathed in sheer nylons andher feet were perpetually shod in high-heels. She had big red hair andher face had been worked on, her lips were formed in a perpetual pout.The drummer in his band called them 'blow-job lips'.Miles caught up with her in the basement laundry where she was bendingover one of the machines putting in her washing. Her dress had riddenup and he could see right.