It crawls over coastal cities, disfiguring buildings and landscapes... and the moods of the people who try to see clear through it. Such was the night...when Julie crawled behind the wheel of her Volkswagen and headed for downtown San Francisco, toward the Mission District where warehouses and industrial plants leave the streets deserted at night, except for an occasional night guard and his Doberman Pinscher body guard.She knew it was crazy to drive down there at that awesome hour, yet she was. . you don't mind?" What, silly?" That I . . . that I . . . liked that?" I'm glad, I like it too." She pushed past him and sucked Dad's soft cock into her mouth. For a moment, I didn't know what to do, then Mom had her hands on my shoulders. She kissed my ear. "Mmm . . . I like the new you . . . April. But we did leave off . . . and I'm feeling hot after that. And as I suspected, you have a very talented mouth . . . and tongue." She pushed him back, onto the floor, and she sat on him, with. The black plastic room looked normal.Imagine a 38 double D knockout dame, add large nearly fatless muscles to her entire body, give her a crew cut, let her arm pit and leg hair grow out a bit, and then squeeze her into a tight fitting sleeveless shirt that barely contained her braless chest, and you'll start to get the picture. She was a confused mess, both physically and mentally."I've completely lost control over my other-self," LeAnne said, looking me in the eyes as she strutted in."It wants. I, however, was not given the chance to sleep.Shortly after covering themselves with blankets, my two sexy ladies grabbed my hands again, this time proving by touch that they were wearing no underwear whatsoever. I obliged their unspoken request, and soon I had two fingers of each hand well moistened. The two of them had their heads on my shoulders, quietly panting. Or so I thought.My mother, who was in the row behind us with Helen, stood up and leaned over my seat. "Son," she said quietly,.