Mary put one copy in an envelope, "that is for thesafe deposit box. This one is for you Pammi, this one is for you Diana,thanks very much by the way f...r doing the business and this one is foryou Pauline and I think you had better read it"As I started to read my jaw dropped, had I been duped or what. My copyhad three witness signatures on it, guess who.My name was to be changed to Pauline Giveshead not Paul GoodheadI must address The women as Mistress at ALL timesIf I did anything wrong I would. Her hair had grown to just over shoulder length, no glasses and far more curvy than I remembered. She was wearing a gray jacket with a white camisole top underneath, mid-thigh length tight black skirt, tights with sensible shoes. She smiled as I put down my coffee cup, hopped down off the counter, straightened my dress and walked towards her. As I got closer I began to see that the boyish features that she’d had at school had disappeared to be replaced by a more feminine ones. Given that she. I backed up a few inches and pressed my cock upward. It seemed to find warmth and comfort between the folds of her pussy and I pressed forward. I have to admit I wondered if what I was doing was rape or sex or just a boy's fantasy. But then my cock found an opening, wet and slick and inviting and suddenly I was inside her. I heard her gulp air again and huskily she said "Albert, we really shouldn't be doing this." Yes, ma'am. But it feels so good." I kept pressing forward and felt my cock. "Same applies to you young man, you can't keep our daughter happy if you don't keep your," she grinned as she looked in the direction of his hardening penis, "your... er... strength up! Now sit up and take this tray."I couldn't help but laugh at the speed with which Bristoll took the tray. It seemed he was more than happy to put it on his lap and cover his growing embarrassment. He watched Anne do the same as she turned to her 'father' who was leaning against the door frame with a huge grin on.