"Suddenly, the fog began to lift, and the pieces fell into place. I hadn'twished to become Annie Potts....I had wished to be Mary Jo Shively! And Iwas...! Somehow, I had slipped over into some kind of parallel universe wherethey all existed as real people, not TV characters! "I--I'm feeling better,"I said, slowly sitting up."Maybe you should take the rest of the day off, Mary Jo," Julia said. "Areyou up to driving?"I thanked her, told at that I was, and headed home--to Mary Jo's house--myhouse! I. Shagging you," Chelsea confessed, "Don't tell anyone, please. I rather like having the edge, though I suspect that Eden often thinks of her hubby while she fucks other men. Not always, but often. Sometimes, personally, I think of David Hasselhoff, but it's mostly you." Hasselhoff, huh, and I get more orgasms from you than he does? That's flattering as hell. He's Michael fucking Knight, after all," I laughed as I felt Chelsea bounce so furiously up and down on my pole that I worried for a second. Behold your present…. and your future, said daddy.gretta was looking at a some kinda mideavil torture chamber with all kinds of weird devices and gear, that she had only seen in porn movies in internet. Daddy?? What is this? She mumbled…First of all. I aint your daddy, you fuckin whore! I bought you when you were a year old kid. Your mother was a harem slave of a Saudi business man. A sexslave. As are you going to be too from now on, until you die.gretta was looking at this man and heard what. "Oh, look at you. You're getting to be a big boy. Well, let's get you out and dried off," she said, so I rinsed off and she handed me a towel and I dried off.As I reached for my briefs, she said, "Um, let's go to your bedroom, I want to take a look at you, um, make sure you're good and clean."So, she followed me down to my bedroom, had me lay down on my back, looked at my dick for a minute, then wrapped her fingers around it and began going up and down.As expected with any fourteen-year old.