That was 8 years ago. In that time I learned that she was nice enough as a person. She loved the outdoors and shopping, odd combination, I know.Her ha...ir was golden blonde and it was usually let loose like a waterfall. She was five seven with long slender legs. Her breasts were a nice 36DD, and a gift from my dad. Her face was very hot, specially when she was flashing a smile.My dad Conor was a 45-year-old Irish immigrant with darkish brown hair. He was lucky enough to get accepted on a. Of course, things could have still been worse for theMistress. With randomness being the way it was, she could have justas easily wound a Tri-F instead of a Tri-P. She would have hatedbeing a member of the League of Frumpy, Fussy, and Frugal Mistresses. "Would you just listen to me?" The Mistress was clearly unhappy withher union representatives. "I'm not a whore or a pervert. When Iwished Sammi into a female shape, I was her Master." Are you trying to tell us you were a man?" That's exactly. "OK, sorry – I think Mom and Dad were swingers before they got married, I've seen pictures and other stuff that makes me think that." June said."What we need on them is something to keep them from screaming and yelling as soon as they find out Summer's pregnant, and the baby girl inside her is mine?" I despondently responded."Well, I remember hearing them argue that their parents weren't happy when they first met, but it seems to have all worked out. The only grandparents I remember hearing. ‘I think so…Yeah.’ Barbara resumed her chest massaging boob hug. The pair resumed their genital massaging strokes. And Eddie resumed his massaging handgrip and release on Barbara’s ass. They rose easily to their previous erotic level and kept climbing. Barbara’s juices flowed, sloppily wetting both their groins, augmenting the squishy sounds. She was emitting other sounds: little ughs at the bottom bump, little ohh’s and ahh’s when they stuttered at the top before reversing stroke direction..