It seemed like I was heading off the edge of the country. I knew the Kalinin was in exile from Kushtia, I hadn't realised he been exiled quite as far ...as he had.The sign by the side of the road said, "Abererch Centre For Meditation Studies". I turned in and parked outside a formidable, Victorian, dark stone, house of three stories. The heavy oak front door swung open as soon as I got from the car. The Kalinin was there to greet me.Stepping inside the hall was like stepping into a sultan's. "Nick smiled knowingly. Even though on the outside he was just a thirteen-year-old boy, he still remembered all the things he learned in his 17 years as a girl. They would sure come in handy, now that he was ready to date again as Nick.Mom and Dad were going to have sex, he thought. 'I am sure glad I am not Amy anymore - being a woman was a real pain - especially the possibility of getting pregnant. How I enjoyed watching the former Nick's pregnancy in my old body! The bloating, the sleepless. I said so. I looked at Charlie. "Are you OK with this? I don't want to force anything on you." I was thinkin'. I guess I could get married in this, too." Damn right!" I said. The chap had been busy with his tape and came up with a pair of trousers. "OK. Off with the jacket, go in there, and put on the pants. Roll up the bottoms and they'll mark them."Charlie disappeared and the chap looked at me. "Yank cattleman. Seeing the consul and the CSIRO on Monday and was wearing jeans and a cowboy. A dirty cheater. A man fucking their daughter. A tremble went through my body. The thought raced down my spine and into my nethers.My back arched. I let out a low moan and came.“Yes, you sinful harlot,” Daddy grunted as my pussy milked his cock.My flesh writhed about his thrusting dick. He rammed it into me so hard and fast. The friction sent ripples of pleasure through my body. I groaned, stars dancing before my eyes as I savored how wonderful it felt.Fucking. Wonderful, sinful fucking.I was.