Lying in bed, you were starting your morning ritual of a jilling yourself off before you start the day. You developed this habit as a teen, with a sop...ing wet cunt, one capable of drooling all day long, it was the only way to avoid embarrassing incidents of wetness throughout the day.Your train of thought was interrupted, "ohh!" You yelped quietly. Your hand had finally reached your puffy slit, two fingers spreading the lips as a third circled your pleasure button.You always thought you had a. I smiled and held her close, still gripping her tied hands. "Please, please, [name] I need it in me! Come on, I'll do whatever you want!" She practically whimpered as she pleaded with me, but I just moved my mouth to her bare shoulder. She continued to grind her hips into mine, gasping whenever her clit touched my throbbing cock. She started to beg again, but I quieted her by sticking two fingers into her mouth. She gasped, but began to suck on them greedily. Her mouth was wet and sloppy, and. Debbie, as she kept urging me to call her, proved to be an excellent roadie, quickly learning how to plug in the amp and speaker, tuner and effects pedals and watched intently as I tuned the old Fender guitar. Dave and Geno spent considerable time erecting the PA system while Armand lugged his monster Hammond organ and Leslie cabinet up on stage and made all the necessary hook-ups. Donna reappeared a few minutes before nine wearing a skin tight, strapless, blue sequined dress. ‘I’d like to eat. I was to be a girl, as was my father. But what possibleforce of law or nature could do what had been done to us? I wasn't areligious individual, but to my knowledge, even God Himself had neverdoled out justice of this sort."You look a little faint, Donna Mae," she - for I knew it was now she -said to me."Just a little hot," I managed to respond, trying to be as nonchalantabout the changes as possible. It was apparent to me that whatever hadhappened to my father had affected his mind as well as.