I couldn’t take my eyes off them as his head wedged itself inside Syd, slowly disappearing as she impaled herself. “Oh God! It’s sooo big!” sh... cried. Terry had an evil grin on his face as he sunk into my wife, his hands gripping both breasts, squeezing and plucking. You would think that I would be jealous of the scene unfolding before me, but I wasn’t. On the contrary, I was deliriously happy for Syd. Her mouth hung slack as she bounced on the neighbor’s cock. She was obviously enjoying his. "Stand up, Shari," she demanded, dropping the torn dress to the floor. "Stand up and let me look at you."Shari slowly stood in the tub, bubbles clinging to her naked body. She felt no embarrassment about being naked before her mother. There was no shame concerning seeing each other without clothing on. They didn't allow Bobby to see them, of course, but they had seen each other many times."Get out of the tub," Joyce said, taking the towel. She dried her daughter's body as Shari stood on the. As Hunter S. Thompson was known as a "Gonzo Journalist" I am in most areas of life eccentric and for lack of any existing better word a Gonzo. This blog isn't entirely based on why I am different, it may in fact bring to light why you and I are the same. If you are taking the time to read this I will assume you are familiar with the videos I make and have therefore seen the word "Metaphorphosis" which is a word I made up as an umbrella term to stamp the things I create. I apologize if this ends. I glance in the mirror, just once, enjoying the way the sweater does not completely cover my stomach, and the skirt sits low on my waist, showing off the tattoo on my hip bone. I think back to when I agreed to get the tattoo, smiling softly as I remember how you had sat with me and held my hand through the whole thing. It was beautiful, stating simply ‘My Baby Girl, D’ in simple, bold script. I smile, glancing at the tattoo once more and then I turn from the mirror as I hear you moving about in.