I’m at one thirteen Wildwood. Trust me. You’ll never forgive yourself if you don’t get your ass over here right now.”By the time Ricky hung up...Cass had Kala’s blouse and skirt off. She isn’t wearing stockings. She stood there in her plain bra and panties and turned nervously to look at me.Ricky reached up, clamped his large fingers down on her jaw and turned her head back to face him. He smiled arrogantly and said, “You can forget about them. You better just concentrate on me for a while.”Cass. They were smooth and beautiful.There was a warmth in my cheeks as my hands caressed them. I could feelmy own sadness as I touched my features. My nose was smaller. My chin,smooth and soft. My forehead felt warm with the hair that fell down onit. I touched other new things on my head. I tried not to think aboutit, but they were there. Hard horns right above my long ears. I'm scaredabout what they are. But I need to focus on the rest of me. I'm afraidthat if I stop, I'll disappear again.I felt up. ’BLANCA’ AWNSWERED THE DOOR WEARING BROWN SLACKS WITH A WHITE SATIN BLOUSE WITH A SUN MEDALLION HANGING FROM HER NECK..SHE HAD PULLED HER HAIR BACK TO EXPOSE HANGING EARRINGS OF GOLD AND RED STONES OR RUBIES.SHE LOOKED FRESHLY SCRUBBED AND HAD HER IMFAMOUS CIGARETTE IN HER HAND. SHE INVITED ME IN AND I WAS SURPRISED HOW MODERN HER APARTMENT WAS. SHE HAD A NICE SELECTION OF MODERN SOFAS,CHAIRS AND MODERN ART ON THE WALL. IN AN EXPENSIVE CABINET WERE PHOTOGRAPHS OF GRANDc***dREN AND c***dREN. AS. “Do it. Please, please, enjoy my pussy. It's all yours.”“Goddamn,” he growled. “I'm such a bastard for taking advantage of you.”“But you're not. I want this, Daddy.”He stared down into my eyes, searching them. I let him read all the love I had for him. He groaned, squeezing his shut, and then he thrust his cock into me. I gasped as his big, incestuous shaft plunged into my quivering pussy. My juicy flesh still tingled from my orgasm, extra-sensitive. His cock felt amazing sliding into me. A.