“You coulda named me anything else,” she said. “But No ... you had to go all hippie on me. God, mom. What were you and dad thinking?”True ... ...we did Go all hippie on her.Beck was our acid baby, LSD. We were trippin’ hard when she was conceived. The drug might have had something to do with Beck’s size. She was tiny. Later, in the 6th grade, Becky could walk under the kitchen table and not hit her head. As an adult she wore size one shoes. Tiny.Charley was out swinging on the rope swing so we. Paula didn't move when it was over. She remained on her knees with the head of his cock in her mouth and panted as if she had been running. I wasn't sure if it was from the exertion of keeping up with the flow of vile liquid or if she was struggling to keep her stomach from rebelling. Vic patted her on the head when he was finished and said, "Not bad!"He pulled his cock out of her mouth and slapped her face with it a few times, depositing a few last drops of piss on her cheek and forehead. Then. I must admit I hope I can do the same for you before long.”“You will darling, lets go back to bed but first let’s go in the bathroom I am going to shave you. Pubes in the mouth are so not sexy.”That was the second part of my transformation my full and untamed bush succumbed first to scissor and then a razor until I had a hairless pussy. Suitably improved, she dragged me off to bed where I learnt about fingering. Tracy got four fingers in me but I only managed three in her, I was determined to. And I had screwed that up royally by being too clingy. Like a ruddy clip-on koala she yelled as she stormed from the café and my life. I drew my hand away like Araminta was kettle steam and she cocked her head."Are you alright?" Yes. I just…"Her lips formed a smile I wanted to kiss forever, tongues taking turns to voyage into uncharted territory as our bodies met, lightly at first then firmer. God I wanted to run my fingers through her amazing hair. Take my time exploring. Finding every scrap.