Twenty one years since you began this journey known as life.At least that was what the blaring buzz from your desk top alarm told you. Glancing at the... offending piece of technology you grumble in annoyance, with all of these advances in human technology and people can't even figure out how to make a damned alarm sound more pleasant. With a quick lash of your hand you shut off the offending equipment, muttering in annoyance as you slowly sit up in your bed. Twenty one years old, attending. " And the more she thought about it, the more it became real,and true. 'My little girl is growing up. My little girl is becoming awoman,' she thought."Oh, Mommy! I love you, Mommy!" I love you, too, baby!" Pamela replied. She thought for a moment aboutthe maturation of her darling Faye. It seemed like only a few daysbefore that Faye had accepted her place as Pamela's sissy girl. Fayehad progressed from tentative panty-waist to expressing a passionatedesire to get fucked by men, and the. She could see me fuck myself senseless and she pulled herself upright. My wife almost lost contact with her pussy but Melissa sat up and placed her hand on my chest and pushed me backwards.“Slow down, slow down. Go easy. You’re not cumming in Emily, you’re cumming in me,” she stated for the record.Melissa lifted herself from under Emily, got off the bed and walked behind me. She pushed me backwards which made my cock slip from my wife’s cunt.“Now then, what do you think Matt, I would say that. The next morning, Imogen, Mark and I tried out the café. Vanessa opted to stay in bed since she didn’t have a lecture until the afternoon. And, I have to say, it was a wise move to try the breakfast there. It was fabulous—even better than the ones on campus. It very quickly became our regular place—not just for breakfast, but for lunch as well.That first morning we were served by a striking young woman—blonde-haired, blue-eyed and not lacking in the breast department. I fully expected to hear a.