The body wasn't exactly mine. I was a template,but he wasn't an exact copy of me. He still held most of his physicalcharacteristics, just shaped int... my general mold. I noticed that he'dgrown some more, his feet almost coming to the end of the bed. It mademe deeply happy for him. That, finally, my husband was taller than me,and he wouldn't have to worry about people looking at him strangely whenwe walked together.But then again, would we be walking together any more? The spell shouldhave. ’do you like my tits’, pushing her breasts upwards with both hand, blushing like mad, I nodded…and she said….’ Sal tell me you like my tits, I like you tell me’, I looked at Harry and he nodded, and I said in my best big boy voice….’yes Judy I really like your tits’ and then giggled.‘Mmmm if you like my tits, then you going to love Chloe’s tits, that’s my big daughter, she is 16 and will be back home tomorrow with Clarissa our 14 year old’ Now a new consternation afflicted me, here I was. “We are leaving now, we should be back by 1am, if you need anything, call your dad’s cellphone, okay, we’ll see you in the morning, good night.”“Good night mommy, have a good time.”Diane then shut the door, and went back up stairs. Amy waited for about a minute or so, then she got out of the bed, and said; “I better make sure they are gone.” She went out the bedroom door. She turned, and waved at us, and smiled. She then went back into the bedroom, and shut the door, she picked up her cell. She doesn’t want something more, not with her brother. The woman turns to hurry for the stairs. She can pretend that she is just getting up. She just has to give it a couple minutes. But upon reaching that first step, she stops. Something draws Rory back to the kitchen. Maybe it’s a smell or a taste in the air, but it’s there and it wants her to go back. Not a good idea. And it may not be, but she does it anyway.When she steps into the kitchen, Chance is just pulling his shorts back in place..