The freedom from the sickbed and wheelchair. It was likeheaven. He spent a lot of time with Kerry learning the rudementaries ofbeing a girl. Billie wa... a fast learner thanks to the subtle magic thather benefactor had bestowed unknowingly on her. The morning that Lisaand Billie were to leave for London, Billie noted that Kerry had notcome to say goodbye. Billie had become very attached to her new friend.As close as sisters in fact.She had wanted to invite Kerry to take the trip with her but Lisa. I took her hand and placed it on her pussy, rubbing the area, and then started to unbuttoning her blouse. Her eyes were closed as I stuck my hand in and massaged her right breast under a cheap padded bra. I ran my fingers inside and felt a tiny nipple budding up tightly. I could feel her excitement and felt her pussy massaging become harder but slower. I pulled her bra strap off her shoulder, still pretty tight against her fat arm, and peeled the bra cup off her flat, flabby breast. Then I. I remembered the last time we visited, before Ric and Renee passed away, the way both houses had been as one. The door between the two kitchens always open, more of a symbol of apartness than a barrier to our running feet. The entrance to the loft another adventure, joining like the lofts in C S Lewis's stories so that we were part of both houses, had access to wherever we wanted to go.I knew, of course I did, that things were different now. An outsider had bought the house from the farmer,. " said Aunt."Jack was pulling, his pud," giggled Min. "That's what he was doing." It ain't natural," said Aunt. "Not to mention being a dirty, filthy act against nature." The boy was just playing a few scales on his meat flute," giggled Min. "Men get them hard feelings and they got to do what comes natural." Nasty is what it was," said Aunt." Sheeit," cackled Min, "I reckon we've all tickled ours a time or two." Well I'm sure I never. . ." Of course you never, Hon," soothed Min as she licked.