She had darkreddish skin and nearly black hair, and the long silver earrings danglingfrom her small, half-hidden ears made her look like an exotic Ind...ianprincess. She wore a moderate amount of makeup and a tan dress, belted atthe waist. Like the blonde girl, she seemed to be having just a littledifficulty walking in heels, but hers were a little higher and narrowerthan the blonde's. Like me, she was studying the transformees, lookingfor signs of recognition. She spotted me, and I could see her. It was late by the time we got all the equipment moved into my shop and we decided it only made sense for Jake to spend the night at my place. I told Jake to jump in the shower while I fixed us something to eat. When he emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but the towel around his waist my cock immediately began to harden. As we ate, it took every ounce of strength I had not to crawl under the table and swallow his cock. He looked so good with damp mussed hair and broad chest with a dense. After our second daughter was born, Rob got a vasectomy as I had problems taking the pill and we both agreed that two kids were all we’d ever want.As you’ve probably read in the first two instalments of our story written by Rob, our lives have changed dramatically in the last two months. Rob asked me to fill you in on the details of our story from my perspective.It starts with Rob requiring day surgery on his knee. We live in a small town so the surgery would require driving to a large city. "Done. You need a burp, sweetie," Sophia said, holding Betsy's stomach with her hand and gently patting her back.Yelena had turned back. "That... that your baby?" Yeah. Betsy." Betsy let out a large burp. "That's a girl. Let's change you while we're at it."Yelena looked at the baby. "She very beautiful. Betsy?" Betsy. It's short for Elizabeth. Elizabeth Olga Kelleher." Olga?" Yelena asked. "Baby has Russian name?" Yeah, a Russian middle name. She's named after Olga Bradochkina. Her first name.