She took my hand and walked me to the front door, stopping to kiss me for the last time.“I don’t want this to hurt us, Jenny. I don’t want to ru...n this.”She looked up at me and smiled, a lopsided smile, but a real one. “This won’t hurt us, Terry. It can’t. Not at all.” She gently pulled my left hand up to her chest and started to slide my wedding band off. I tried to curl my fingers to stop her but she shook her head and straightened them out.She let go just long enough to put the ring on her. We're all chunky, but under that bit'o'flab is pure muscle. The guy who grabbed my mother's arm on Black Friday wasn't expecting that. I'm getting off track already, I apologize...Right, details. I have brown hair and grey eyes. My lookers are probably my best feature. I've never really liked anything else body-wise, so they're kinda the only thing I like besides one OTHER thing...Anyway, on with this story...A while back I was having some personal issues. I was forgetting long spans of time,. They looked just like their mother only younger. They all had natural blonde hair and pale blue eyes.Gwendolyn told me that she was twenty-five and had Kelly when she was only eighteen years old.Then one Saturday Gwendolyn called me and said, “I have to go to work soon and my babysitter quite. Can you fill in until I can find a new one?”I said, “Sure! I’ll be right over.”Gwendolyn said, “Okay. I only have one rule. Don’t play around with my daughters.”Stunned I said, “But we like to play games. But during this time I became practically an expert theorist in terms of different types of sex.There was a lot of theory, practice with partners was zero. So I had to entertain myself. And since the girls are dynamis, it somehow happened that now I'm for the guy and the girl acted for myself. Yes, and I did not look very manly. A short, short-haired boy with long hair.Of course, somehow it so happened that at all not advertising these cases, pictures in the internet were mine, on the.