But I'd found Malissa instead, and now had Momma back in my life.Then, over the phone I began meeting my new Daddy and other two Momma'swho were still...on Earth."I wonder why they didn't pick up on your being related to Malissa whenyou processed through the immigration center on Earth?" pondered MommaDarla."Darla, she is my natural born daughter. They don't really share DNAbecause their father wasn't really their father the way he was Edith's,"explained Momma.Now I was confused, what did she. " You worry too much," she said, laying her head back against my chest."You don't worry enough," I said as I picked her up and stood. I carried her to my bed and laid her down. I pulled off her shoes, then covered her with my blanket. It was electric, and since I hadn't turned it off yet, it was nice and toasty."Back in a minute," I told her and stepped out of the room. I went to Traci's room and opened the door. She was lying in bed, reading. "Good, you're up."She looked at me, annoyed. "You. There was a filmy jacket that came down to her hips and just barely covered the panties she was wearing. The panties were darker than the jacket, sort of an apricot color. She had on a bra, too, the same color as the panties. Her hair was down and flowed down her back, with some of it draped over her shoulders. Her hair looked like a luminous copy of the apricot color, only different.“So?” she asked softly.“You look good,” I said. “Your legs look like they’re a mile long.” I have no idea why I. . As Diane flexes and stretches her unencumbered feet and toes. Mr Steel then gets down to business as my wife first feels alcohol on her buttock and then feels the outline of what she thinks are the words, black cock whore first being traced and then the ink applied followed by the soft hum of the electric needle as it outlines each letter. The needle is blunt but give her the sensation. She has never had a real tattoo before and has no idea that what is being done to her is not the real.