.. how Brenda's husband Bill had becomeKimberly... how the transformation could be accelerated like Kimberly'shad been. Everything that the salon was...capable of."But I only want this if you do..." Danielle said finishing."Let's go home," Jennifer said.When they got home, they headed to the bedroom. Daniele started toundress. She kicked off her heels."Please... let me," Jennifer said as she stepped forward.She reached around and unzipped Danielle's black dress. She gently slidthe spaghetti. I continued until my finger pushed the material in to her moist slit, then I used my thumb and all my fingers to fondle this area and she gasped again and closed her eyes. My fingers pulled the gusset towards me and then I slipped my hand in through a leg hole until I could grasp that soft swollen, damp, hairy pussy.“Will it help if my skirt was off” mom asked“Much better” I said and removed my hand and stood back upShe lay on her back, lifted her legs on to the bed and dug her feet in so she. It was already night, cold and cheerless, the heavens being overcast with clouds which seemed to threaten snow. The train did not proceed rapidly; counting the stoppages, it did not run more than twenty miles an hour, which was a sufficient speed, however, to enable it to reach Omaha within its designated time.There was but little conversation in the car, and soon many of the passengers were overcome with sleep. Passepartout found himself beside the detective; but he did not talk to him. After. All I cared about was how good it felt to feel her gentle fingers caressing me. “Want me to be your reindeer, Hon?” she asked. “You know, you don’t use saddles on reindeer. You ride them bareback.” I was starting to sweat, and her touching was getting bolder and bolder. “Reindeer have prongs, you know,” she went on. “But I heard that Santa has a prong too. A really big one! Can I see Santa’s prong, Baby?” She had already unfastened the belt to my red pants. She gently placed her hand on my.