.yeah that's right I'm gonna need a little something to open up this here ass hole. Look there by the chair...' I could see but I knew he got the grea...e and smeared it into my buttcrack and into my anal opening. Mister Sinclare said to them '...this boy's ass seem to tight for y'all to have been fucking it like you said. I'm gonna have me some fun today...' I winched in agony as Mister Sinclare pushed his semi hard penis into my anus. Once his penile ridge had entered, Mister Sinclare started. I jumped as somebody pinched my leg, hard. I opened my eyes and saw my body just withdrawing my, or rather, its hand.My body said, "Peter, look at me. It's Kara."I shook my head, refusing to acknowledge that fact, but knowing deep down inside that it was true. I finally looked at my body and said, "What happened?" That old man did something to us. Somehow, he made me look like you, and made you look like me." That's not possible." You explain it then", my body said.I couldn't. I said, "I can't. When he slid out of the sleeping bag, Jackie let out a small whimper, reaching for her brother. When she settled back to sleep, James went back to the car to check on it and relieve himself. Feeling better, he crawled back into the joined sleeping bags, taking his sister into his arms. When Jackie felt him against her, she wrapped her arms around him, and held him close to her. James shifted uncomfortably when he felt Jackie’s bra-clad breasts against him. When she placed her leg over him, he. I never loved my husband. Oh, he never knew, our parents never knew, but I knew. Our marriage had been, more or less, by our parents. I never had much say in the matter. I should have been stronger and told them I wouldn't marry him, but I was young and weak. After we were married, we came up here. He had dreams of starting a lumber mill."Then, the war came along, and he joined the service, while stayed here. When I received word of his death, I couldn't even cry. He was a good man, but I did.