She’s right,” Beth said. “I’ve been trying to put my finger on what changed, and that’s it.”“And THAT’S what I want, too. I want to be... that for MY dad.” Becky wiped her face again. “So, finish your story, Stacey.”“Really?”“Absolutely. Hell, you were inspired by these two,” Rebecca motioned to Laurie and Beth, “So hopefully, I’ll be inspired by you.”“Well, then,” Stacey smiled. “Where was I?”***Stacey told them how her and her father made dinner together, standing naked in the kitchen, laughing. " You know the radius of contact has to be within fifteen foot before the soul can enter a new body after being separated from the original husk. Why did you not give the specific instructions to keep the crate in the full rear of the room? This could jeopardize our whole operation here if this gets out. A matter of fact, why did you not kill her before she woke up out of the transformation coma?" I'm sorry, but that was not an option. You do not know who the person was that used to occupy that. Timmy is a big help, even on my trap line." Have you ever done any exploring on the other side of the big valley we came through to get to our places?" I asked him."Very little," Ab said. "I know there is one large valley off to the east, and it'd be great for cattle. But, there just isn't any place to build a ranch house, except right out in the open. We'd be old men before we could get trees to grow up enough to protect you from the winter winds and summer storms." Where's it located?" It's. By his acts. Noneof the other passengers were aware of this and the old man, himselfhad a very indifferent and bored look ( while his hands were busy onmy buttocks ). He was now urgently rubbing his hand over the crack ofmy buttocks and then pushing his hand and fingers directly onto myasshole as if to push his hand / finger in. The initial soft caresses of thebeginning were now replaced by heavy and confident squeezing andkneading of my buttocks. I was getting turned on by this intimate act.