Seeing a little time that I had I taught of convincing her to stay for a little longer. She said, “Sshhhh… my turn right. Ummm we are going to a p...b getting drunk and will dance and eat too. I am hungry.”We went to the closest pub. The crowd was decent but after the spa and the news, I was kind off. We ate and then drank a few drinks. And when the music started catching up, we started dancing and people around started noticing us. We were killing the dance floor. And then we took a break.A girl. She was also becoming a babe. It was on that February day she handed me an envelope. I hadn’t gotten a Valentine’s card in many years. This one was simple, but deeply moving. In it, she thanked me for the hard work I’d made her do, and for the effort I’d put into reshaping her. I was truly moved. After work that day, around six-thirty, she invited me to a nearby deli. I had no plans, the wifey was working late most evenings, and picking up again when she got home, such was the nature of her. What a hoot, that, using euphemisms to pretend that this isn’t chattel slavery because people initially volunteer for it! Clever loophole to use in the Thirteenth Amendment.“This was quite a sacrifice that Lenny made, just to make Karissa happy, don’t you think? So, here’s my idea. A slave can be a girlfriend, as that relationship isn’t legally binding or official in any way. Karissa will remain his girlfriend, just as she is now my slave as well as my sister. So, you will remain my girlfriend,. I'm proud of you little brother," complemented Brad . "Hey quiet!" Randy whispered. "I hear Mom's shower." The brothers rushed to the peep holes leading to their parent's bedroom. Shivers ran though the boys as they watched their sexy mother remove her white nightgown. Unsnapping her white bra, Jill gave her sons an view of her firm, pink nippled breasts. Peeling off her panties, Jill uncovered her large matronly ass and hairy pussy. With her usual wiggle, Jill left her horny sons' view as she.