"Why shouldn't I be OK?"Joe snorted. It was a very ungodly sound but the flowers in the garden fluttered as if a quick breeze ruffled them. "I told yo... this isn't always successful and I wasn't talking about not getting experience. I've lost a couple of Protectors by sending them to live in other Protector's memories. Maybe there was a flaw in them or their character wasn't strong enough to withstand the changes while in another's body but I lost them just the same. That is why I was hesitant. ”She nodded and vanished.Ms. Kulick walked in a moment later. She had my clothes neatly folded in her arms. Instead of simply setting them on my bed so I might dress myself, she helped me get dressed.I often enjoyed watching my girls get dressed just as much as when they got undressed. However, to be honest, I didn’t watch them get undressed very often. Usually, we were too far gone in need to watch each other undress. I didn’t have a bond with Ms. Kulick, which meant I didn’t have to be. Well before Toby was born (that's by son) my life was harsh to say the least. I was raped by my father and then my brother's. But my brother George was not big with fucking me. He liked the men folk more then the women folk even back then.Well the years after Toby came along me and my sister's life became easier to deal with. Toby would ask for something and father and the others would jump to get him anything he wanted.Around Toby's eleventh birthday father and aunt Mural talked very heatedly. Immedately I could feel her dress become wet and as I moved my hand backwards and forwards it seemed to be getting wetter.I slowly moved both hands down her thigh until I got to the hem of her skirt and then while stroking her thigh with both hands pulled her skirt up until I found her wet kickers and put my hand between her legs again and stroked her bum with my left hand. She seemed to be getting wetter and I moved my hands up to the waist band of her knickers. I slipped the finger tips of.