She turns her head to the side and giggles before falling asleep. The early afternoon sun reflects on the towers nearby. Michelle looks at some and t...e one where she works across the street. She sets her food down on the table and sits. She takes her phone out of her purse and goes straight to Instagram as she eats her lunch. She looks at Cody’s profile. Her thumb hovers over the “Follow” button, and she hesitates to tap it. Her heart races and she goes back to her on profile. She taps on the. She would need more of it; a lot more.But Cindy did worry about how her daughter, who was staying next door as well, might react to knowing that her own mother had been fucking the black guy next door. She might think of me, she worried, as a slut, and a whore. She didn't want to hurt her daughter. As mother and daughter, they had always been close. They were amazingly open and honest with each other; something many mothers and daughters failed to be. Cindy had been careful so far (or so she. " It's her fault... Christ man, she's a slut... can't get enough of it... god, you must know what its like," he stammered, spittle flying from his mouth as he made his excuses."Her husband, the guy who hired you, he can hardly get it up," he added just before I smashed another fist into his face."Please," he pled, crying now, "I'm sorry... I won't ever touch her again." Not with your cock anyway," I said quietly as I pulled the blade from it's sheathe and held it up in the. Once she did, the impact was remarkable: I no longer looked like a man in women's underwear. When I surveyed my reflection in the full-length mirror on the closet door, the person looking back at me was unmistakably feminine, and downright sexy in her skimpy lingerie. Incredibly, I felt my penis beginning to stir under my panties."Let's put on the rest of your things before we tackle another pair of pantyhose," Donna said. "That's a tip girls learn to help save them from running their nylons.