I briefly and gently kissed her on the lips. It was just a quick peck and I immediately turned my head away without making eye contact. I started ta...king to change the subject before it could become a subject. That seemed to work. There was no mention of the kiss by either of us. It was a big relief that our conversation continued as if nothing had happeded. This indicated to me there was no real objection to the kiss. At that point, I became very excited because I just knew there would. Dad would explain to him we needed sex education, so a show of fucking was put on by the stranger as dad would explain what he was doing, and how much pleasure mother was feeling, our presence the driving force for the guy to fuck harder, our poor mother, just too stoned to realize her daughters were standing over her, listening to her filthy mouthing's, while daddy pulled our pajama bottoms down so the guy got more inspiration at the sight of our hairless cunts.Of course as we grew and. He moved around and crawled up onto the table, spreading her legs even wide and hefting them onto his shoulder. He pushed his penis up against the lips of her cunt and began to apply pressure. She gasped in shock and pain as he broke her cherry-though no blood was evident.Then he was inside her. It was the most wonderful feeling she'd ever felt. In the hospital, after the radiation, she'd often dreamed of a man in her like this, a big, strong, handsome man like Tom Ferguson. Oh how he filled. Uncracked. Beautiful. The full-length mirror in which Jaylee had first viewed her transmutation stood close by, so she could check whenever she dared. And how could she not feast her eyes on the confection she now was?From the nape of her neck to her cute, manicured toes, every inch was painted in chocolate–thick, dark and glossy. Not daubed, not slathered, but painted–every nook of under-boob and cranny of butt-crack touched to a flawless finish. ‘This ain’t no Pollock, this is Vermeer,’.