'Bobbie, you're a girl now, and girls are much more open about theirbodies than men. Of course just with other girls'.'Kaitlin, I'm sorry, I'm just no... used to the idea of being a girl. Ididn't even want to be one, especially with you'.'Now Bobbie, I'm going to get angry with you. This is your wedding day,and you are the bride. What could be more feminine than that? My god',she exclaimed, reaching at the same time for a piece of toilet paper,'in just a few hours you are going to be filled up. Still bright blue and beautiful. It was her eyes that had my attention when she reached up to caress my face, smiling serenely. ‘You look so like your father. So handsome. My lovely boy.’ She moved closer. I opened my arms to accept her and and embraced me snugly, pressing her face into my neck with a sigh. ‘I love you,’ she murmured. ‘I love you too,’ I replied, a little lost. I wondered what Carla was doing, if she was making some more coffee. If… Mom turned her face up toward mine and. "What's the matter?" I asked her.Karissa blushed. "Nothing. Well, not nothing, really. It's kind of awkward, but you know." No, go ahead. I mean, you've seen a lot already. Christ, I never thought you'd actually be up for what we just did. But I'm not complaining," I said with a laugh.Karissa hesitated. She didn't say anything for a second. And then finally, looking at Sharise, and then glancing back at me, said with a blush, "It looked pretty fucking hot. That's for sure."Sharise looked at. He stopped and drew back up her thigh and rested his hand on her left buttock, sliding sideways and nestling it between he buttocks, feeling them contract, her anal protuberance with its wrinkly surface, sucking on his pinkie.Jenny could feel this powerful urge emanating from him, he felt her where he wanted and she succumbed without resistance.'Good girl' he murmured and she responded by squeezing his firm hand between her cheeks, she knew it was wrong, but she enjoyed the touch and warmed to.