Then we need to get back to work.”“Coffee was nice,” Melody grumbled as she beat me to the toilet, “but I sure better get breakfast out of thi...!”I politely let Lissa go in next. None of us had bothered to put any clothes on, but Kate had seen us all naked before. She’s an artist.“Don’t touch your hair!” she shouted at Melody as she came out of the bathroom.“But I’ve got bedhead,” Melody complained.“It’s perfect,” Kate said. “Really. It’s just perfect.”We all got back in bed and arranged. As the unbelievable reality sinks in, panic is slowly giving way to admiration. You're a woman, but at least you're an incredibly hot one! This new body seems older than the one you're used to (in its late 30s to early 40s, if you had to guess), but its curves are still in just the right places. You can't stop staring at yourself, and when your gaze finally finds its way to your hands after lingering long on certain other parts, you realize you can't stop touching yourself either!You're. I was also a reader of ISS lyk you. Actually still I am while reading ol d stories on ISS. I used to thought about se fun in ma like and humesa hi mauke ki talash me rhta tha bt aisa lgta tha ki jaise upper wale ne ek mere hi liye koi mauka banaya hi nahin, isi tadap me aur us parwar digar se narajgi me meri jindagi bit rahi thi bt wo khte hai na, ki dhundho to khuda v mil Jata hai to baki ki kya majal bs usi tarz pe wakai wo din aa hi gaya jb uparwale ne meri v sun li aur sunta v kaise nahin. ”Mom hesitated, opened her mouth, closed it, and then replied, “Yes, Mistress.”“Supplicant, you will also record any conversation that takes place in the kitchen during the time between preparing breakfast and cleaning up after breakfast, inclusive. You will play for me to hear any part of that recording that touches on the clothing-optional proposal.”Figuring that Mom might be a bit turned on by my command earlier in the day, I made a point of slipping downstairs just now to look in the hall.