I was never really into athletics but I work out occasionally so my body is in good shape. I also have a 9 inch dick that I was always proud of and th...t always kept my girlfriends happy. There’s one person though that I always wanted but I could never have. Or so I thought…The woman I am talking about here is my step mom, Lauren. My dad was so lucky to have married her because she is one of the most beautiful women I have ever met, if not the most. Let me describe her to you. She’s 5’2” with 34. I noticed Spiky Teen watched me a lot too, probablymaking sure I wasn't a cop there to bust him or something.I finally plucked up my courage and walked into the arcade section.It was dark and smelled kinda funky but not unpleasant. Kind of arousing tobe honest. At least I knew I wasn't the first guy to jack off in here. Awhole lotta spooge would have soaked its way into this carpet. Dunno whybut I immediately got hard. I guess just a backload of cum in my sack. LikeI said, I need to blow. When. I glance at my watch it's 12:30 pm; I feel butterflies in my stomach. My phone dings, a message from my lover, 'can you take a naughty picture for me before you leave?' He asks.I pull the neck of my T-shirt down below my breasts and take a picture. They look quite big on the picture; 36C soft, milky white and kissable. I send it to Joe.'Better?' I ask. I then re-adjust my top back to how it is supposed to be.'I love your boobs!!' He replies. I laugh quietly to myself.'Are you leaving work yet?'. He pulled the princess completely out.Jas watched the information transfer passively. Instead of a simulationof Yara's personality and memories, Good Tom imprinted himself with acomplete copy of Yara. It should have been his final act. It was not.Perhaps they were more alike than different. Perhaps, by controlling theprocess, Good Tom avoided being subsumed by the presence he invitedintohis head.Then Good Tom switched Jas's personality to Whore.It wasn't much of a difference, Whore noted. Less.