That's me in those pictures with Victoria, not my father as you may have already guessed. I only made a few superficial cosmetic changes in assuming m... new identity." "But how?" It's like this. I found a secret that allowed me to exchange the image of someone on canvas with that of someone in real life. Since the image of a painting would never age, neither would they. As long as the painting was intact they would remain the person that I had painted. However their image in the painting would. “What are you afraid of?” Kim pressed. “I don’t bite.”“That,” I said, “Is what I am afraid of.”Kim chuckled.“I promise I’ll be good.”“Good,” I replied, “is all relative.”Kim stepped in closer to where I stood stoic and unmovable, pressing her hot little body against me, dropping hold of my hand, and feeling for my manhood.Damn.I took Kim by her hand and silently pulled her out the door, across the hall, and into my apartment. As soon as I closed and latched the door, I pinned her against it. Bob cupped the graceful underside of the cock shaft with one hand to pull it up while caressing the heavy and low hung balls with the other to feel the load of cum in them. The cock tip came up to touch his tongue tip and bob began to trace small round circles around the cockhead. Soon, bob opened the mouth and took the dickhead inside sucking it for a while, feeling the tender under side of it, tasting the first minor traces of Mike’s pre-cum. Now he could not wait for more and opened wide to. “Yeah” she said as she lay there non moving.The next thing I know I awake to the sun shining through my window. I look around in a panic and there’s no sign of Stacey. I still had my t shirt on and my jeans were still down by my ankles. There was no sign of her clothes either.I throw my clothes off and tossed on some fresh ones and went to look for her. As I left my room I bumped into mom.“Hey watch where you’re going silly!” Mom scoffed as I tumbled into her.“Oh my god I’m sorry mom, I wasn’t.