"Let me take you to your room, dear. You must be tired," the woman said.Harry found himself agreeing, and followed the woman to a bedroom, andsoon was...under the covers and asleep.While he slept, he dreamed of his life, but there was a difference inthe dream. In the dream, he was a girl, named Heather. And even thoughthis version of his life was not perfect by any means, he soon realizedthat it had one advantage over his male life. He had always had a weighton his soul, a grief for which he had. She began to panic more and more as she felt the stinging on the tip of her tongue growing worse and worse. Casey stomped her feet in frustration. She didn’t want to make too much noise and attract attention. Casey wrapped her arms around her freezing body. Her nipples were hard and thick and her pussy was covered in goose bumps. Casey started to wine and bounce up and down as if she was throwing a tantrum. Tears started welling up in her eyes and began sniffling. She tried pulling again but. That seems to shift the weight between us, like on a see-saw."Is this what you want." He's hefting the crotch of his jeans, hisbasket of goodies, as they say. "You don't want a cookie?" I say, playing not coy, but for time. "Listen," he says.I listen; nothing follows. His radio breaks the silence, crackling, a voice coming from his belt.He doesn't answer it. I guess it's not for him. Or he's listening to amessage coming from beneath his belt. And this one is for him.He takes my wrist, firmly,. I put on the music and then began my introduction.With the music playing, I said, "Guy's, especially you Eddie, the newest member of our little group, I'd like to introduce the hottest mother, and to you guy's, the hottest aunt on the planet, and as you'll see Eddie, one of the biggest slut's you've ever seen in your life and probably one of the hottest fucks you'll ever have, too. So without further ado, here she is, My Mother, Your Aunt, Our Whore."With that, my mother came dancing into the.