Since the results were usually positive forher, she got to expect it; and I never felt as guilty about it asI should have. So I never stopped; and sh... kept on letting me;until we got trapped in our pleasant (Uh sorry, that’s: present.)situation. That morning I hadn’t yet gone myself. So I moved out ofthe way for Chrissie; expecting her to sit down and relieveherself; then I could go after her. (OK, I’ll admit it; I wassomething of a voyeur.) I wanted to watch my little. This angered her, and made her sneer, he was a man, but he was pathetic!The newest blob of pre-cum leaked out and hit the same bra. "Your fucking pre-cum is dripping on my clothes, wipe it off!" She yelled, her face inches from his. He could smell alcohol on her breath.His knees wobbly, he bent over, one hand covering his private parts, the other looking for a towel. Looking for anything to stop the pre-cum, and make her anger subside. He was more scarred than he had ever been in his life.He. ’ snapped the Matriarch. I sighed, feeling my breath bubble between my lips and the stifling ball stuffed in my mouth. This must have been some type of orientation into this deranged existence. The Matriarch then grasped my eye lids, examining my eyeballs with a bright flashlight. She inspected each one carefully. ‘Start her on the vitamins.’ she ordered. ‘Strict protein diet for the first 30 days, then up to solids.’ I tried to convey my fear to this stranger with my expressions, since that. This orgasm overcame him, and he passed out on the bed. This gave me the time I needed. I started digging through her dresser - everything was still there, including her wigs. Yes, she wore wigs, ALL the time. She wasn't a very attractive woman, but that didn't affect anything one bit.When Uncle Vinny awoke, I let his eyes focus on me. I had transformed myself into his dead wife, just the way he wished when he was fucking me. Top to bottom, I was dressed and ready. I was wearing one of her.