It was my favorite meal of the day, so I asked the kids what they wanted.They both clammed up and looked at their mother. She had not given me aninstr...ction as to what they were to eat for breakfast. She looked at meand said, "Make them both a bowl of oatmeal."I nodded and got to work. It was not difficult. I had done it in haste.It's basically the least original breakfast one can make and the easiestthat doesn't come in a box and get stuck in the toaster. I boiled waterand went from there.. . memorable experience for them. Either way, I was happy with what we'd figured out.I was up bright and early with a smile on my face. I heard the sounds of bacon and eggs sizzling on the stove, and the scent woke me up even more. She also had a fresh pot of coffee brewing, and that was even better! I couldn't remember the last time that Maggie had cooked me breakfast, but dammit! Kat was, and we were just temporary roommates!I showered and dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, since I didn't feel. We can have the ceremony tomorrow on the beach. We can invite some friends here. It will be amazing."I was in shock, but I nodded. Getting fucked by big black cock was one thing, retiring early to Jamaica was another, but getting married to a black man to be his sissy wife was on a whole different level."Ok, yes. Let's get married."Big Daddy leaned over and kissed me. I felt my little penis stiffen in my panties.We finished up breakfast and headed back to the room. We stopped by the front desk. A hot flush coursed through her as she lowered her eyes momentarily, almost ashamed to have even noticed such an eventuality. The girl in the mirror smiled back at her and with slow deliberation gradually raised the hem of her nightdress, revealing a pair of dainty floral panties. Sophie watched fascinated as her virtual doppelganger began to gently rub the front of those girlish briefs, her camel-toe now clearly visible. To what extent the reflected apparition may have influenced.