I want to have some fun with you. Let you enjoyyourself without any responsibility as the father." But why, why the blindfold and why tie me up, son?"...Sorry, dad. I can undo all of that if you insist, but otherwise," andSteve pause as he ran both hands up and down and around his father's finechest, concentrating on making circles around the pecs and tits. "So, dad,let me do as I have planned. Please." This is crazy, Steve. I have a huge day ahead. I have to drive three hoursand be down south. I mean come on diddeykins ... you don’t mind do you?” Five foot ten inches of perfectly formed female; she looked good in a dress and great out of it; and she had brains to match. In her final year at Cambridge, she was heading for a high 2:1 (second highest degree), maybe a first if the oral went well. Who could fail to be impressed with her tight red skirt clinging around invisible panties, showing more leg than a swimming costume. She really was clever, but she knew how to add a few points. Jon was glad to see them leave. Their close presence created uncontrollable sexual urges and quiet submission. It was quite a distraction.Jon knew that he would be married off to his former body and female lover. Somehow he felt quiet resolution in the fact that his life was starting over and it really was not going to be that bad. As in a marriage, each partner had some type of control. It would be a delicate balance of letting the man think that he was getting his way, but in reality guided. "Is this place truly called the Home?" I just had to ask. It seem to me, that would have been too simplistic for these folks."No," she giggles which sets her whole body in motion. "It is just called the Compound and we who live here are called the Kindred," she answers back dutifully. "The records show they wanted to name it something else. You know, one of those old cities from the bible or something, but they couldn't agree, so everyone just called it the Compound." She rolls her eyes at that.