Though, finding out that I was indeed adopted was more comfort than shock, at least all of the wild abandoned sexual escapades had not been truly ince...st, no matter what the law said. Enough said about the past…As I said, it has been a year and many things change in that vast span of time. Firstly my wife of several decades, whom I never had the fortitude to tell of the real things that happened during my visit died, less than three months after my return. The car crash, needless to say. I held on like a champ and whispered, "GO". Without another moments notice, he pulled all the way out and pushed back in. Rocking back and forth with him, slowly we got faster and faster. Holding my 350lbs pounds, like it weighed like a feather, he fucked me! My moans and screams, got louder and louder. I just threw my head back and enjoyed that that he was doing to me. After a came several times, he stood me up on my feet beside the counter. I held it for dear life being on such wobbly legs.. There must be something he, uh, she can do," I whined. "Sorry. Dr.Iggy won't be returning until he gets his figure back....., and then it will be to work on cure for PMS." Al replied. "But don't worry. When it's ready, you'll get a free sample. Isn't that great!" I collapsed onto the sofa, which had never felt so comfortable. Oh no! I was really turning into a woman! And there was no way to stop it from happening. "I hope DR. Iggy gets stretch marks," I cursed under my breath. During. The first couple of times, she had been strapped onto that saddle-like Sybian with the most amazing vibrators built on. And then there was another fucking machine-she was strapped on her back and the machine pistoned a dildo in and out of her. The recollections excited her further, and she could feel wetness oozing past her labia, and down her leg. Apparently, she wasn’t fully clothed after all. She slowly turned around on her makeshift stage, surveying her audience. While the only faces she.