I wanted the brownies, but the spoon would hold me until the baking was done. Sam peeled off her shirt and I saw her bra with the little bow between h...er breasts. She reached behind her back and with a quick twist she unhooked her bra. She held the bra in place with her hands and made me promise that I wouldn't laugh. At that moment, I would have promised to give her my baseball card collection, just for a look at her boobs.She dropped her hands and pulled the straps aside and removed that last. Boys are visually excited. I know it doesn’t sound like much, but think about this a little bit. That means that they can get horny just by seeing a little bare skin. Trust me on this. Even if all you’re doing is letting your belly button wink out from under a short top it’s enough to turn his thoughts to screwing you. You don’t have to do a thing but let him see some skin. You want to get a guy excited quickly? Flash him a pert nipple or your dripping pussy by pulling your clothes aside, not. .. even though I didn't know you until yesterday. And..." turning my head a little I glanced over at my love, my big Lindie, and then back to my Little Lindie, adding, "I love you just as much as I love your mother."Well, that just demanded another kiss as another launch happened. Like daughter, like mother, Lindie was at my side, lip-locked with me. Michelle laughed just as hard as I had at her mother's action. Our lips separated and I confirmed to my Lindies, "I love you too! Both of you!"I. Your bimbo! His hand cracked down. My orgasm erupted. I was Franks bimbo wife. I loved it. I loved being his. I couldnt wait to whip up my compound and improve him. I shuddered in delight as the pleasure rushed to my mind. Yes! Yes! I screamed as I pictured our future. We would make women into beautiful bimbos, and Frank would enjoy them. That would make him so happy. He deserved to be happy for what he invented. For what he did to me. Franks hand gently squeezed my burning ass. I gasped in.