She pulled him too close though since they were now embracing.“uhh… s- sorry… I really didn’t mean to—”“Hey it’s fine, don’t worry a...out it.” He replied.“Ok, but please don’t leave, I’m fine too” she replied quicklyThey both enter the shower, which was very tiny—not more than 10 feet squared—and it got cramped very quickly. It was almost impossible for Sam not to grind his cock all over her body, her pussy, ass, and her thighs. He kept apologizing every single time at first but that got stupid. A lot of people would think my relationship with my mother is sick, butshe was the one who I first had sex with and is really the love of mylife. I was and still am deeply devoted to her and she recognised fromthe moment when I was 13 years old and begged to go down on her freshlyused pussy and lap up her lover's seed, that I was never going to be thesort of alpha-male who could satisfy a woman. Each time I pushed herboundaries she became more empowered as a woman and I became moresubmissive.. We walked out to the car and then watched as it drove away. I also watched a black sedan pull away and follow the limo. I shook my head and sighed.“The FBI is following Father,” Tanya said. “As usual. Do you see the other black car? Right behind where that one was?”“They’re watching me? Because I had your father here, not because of you?”“They do not follow me. An agent comes to check on me once each month or so. They do not care about me much, but as I’m the daughter of a diplomat, they pay a. My hair grew down past myshoulder, my hips curved inward, and my bones scrunched. I could feel it.She gasped.I turned to the mirror behind me and gasped as well. It didn't matterthough because the voice was just as high-pitched as Brittany's had been:I was a girl. Or, let me rephrase that, I was a shemale. And I wasbeautiful.Brittany couldn't believe it. "You look incredible, Brandon." And I hadto agree, although I didn't look much like a Brandon anymore. My legswere long and shapely, hips were.