It's a good thing I'm wearing a skirt. My silky panties, drenched in my juice, slip off my hips and drop to the floor. I can smell my steamy arousal....Leaning back on my elbow, I trace the outline of my bare lips. They're puffy, but swollen enough to keep my pink inner folds from escaping. I've never been so turned on. My thighs are quivering; my cunt humming. I wonder if your door is closed. It would hurt anything if I sneak a peek, will it? Silently, I open my door and look out. The hallway. You are playing with danger Pet. I nearly sat up though it was midday.How did you find me? I asked nervously.Are you that naïve still Pet? I always know where you are. I turned you. We are joined for life.Then how does Grace see into my thoughts?The same way I knew you were going to follow me into the garden. She is just more aware of your thoughts. Your thoughts are too exposed Pet; others will find her and take her from you. You ooze the fact that she is your living heart. You would do better. Perhaps a result of the strong maternal instinct I had developed. Also, Terry was fine with the idea. She agreed that I needed to appear as a woman in public both for the baby's sake in case of the need to nurse, and because I could no longer conceal my fully developed breasts as a male. They're now a full B cup and, unlike Terry's, I feel mine serve a useful purpose. It's amazing how they enlarge as the baby requires more milk and I really enjoy nursing her. I let my hair grow to. ‘Wow,’ she exclaimed, brushing her hair from her face. ‘That was so good.’ I managed to crack a smile just before she wrapped her arms around me and pressed her sweaty, sticky body against mine, kissing me with renewed passion. ‘Now,’ she said, breaking away from me and staring back into my eyes. ‘Fuck me!’ I needed no further encouragement. Sonya’s eyes went wide as I gripped her ass tightly and rose to my feet, her juicy little cunt still impaled on my cock. She gave out a startled shriek and.