" I don't want any other girls," he insisted. "Only you, mom. Nobody else could ever thrill me the way you do." That's nice to hear," she said softly,...and played with his cock, "but you'll soon be wanting to slide this lovely meat into some different cunts, darling. I'll always be available to you now, but I wouldn't want to deprive you of fucking other women. Sometimes just the variety of screwing makes it better. That's what your daddy and I agreed upon, soon after we were married, that if we. That night he had one of his usual dreams - one involving motorsports.He had just won the British Grand Prix and was heading for the podiumto collect the trophy and do the champagne thing, when he noticed thatthe person coming to give him his trophy was the same red haired girlfrom his dream on Saturday night. His female self was wearing a similarwhite dress, but this time it was more patterned than the last one. Herlong red hair had been curled."Here's your trophy, winner boy! I hope you like. Timmy groaned and felt tears come to his eyes; he missed his wonderfulmom and dad and kindly uncle and even fussy old aunt Marge. Buteverything happened to him! It was almost like he was some damn soapopera character. He tried not to scream as he climbed the three flightsof rickety wood stairs with a broken leg that had been set by an internwho hadn't slept in three weeks! His unheated attic and bed of oldnewspapers awaited him.Outside the north wind blew. It would be below freezing in the. Her cousin mentioned he'd have a surprise for her but that she'd have to be good and obey his instructions. Kay, having been recently fucked and hungry for more sex, would have said yes to anything that came out of his lips. He said that they'd go without sex for a few days, but her reward would be certainly worth it. Those few days were torture for Kay as she wanted very desperately to touch herself and give herself the pleasure she needed, but she knew he'd know if she came without him. .