Laurel marched up the steps and banged the door knocker, the door was opened by an elderly butler who was moving very slowly, putting a bright smile o... her face Laurel didn't give the butler a chance to shut the door. Walking into the house Laurel still smiling told the butler she was calling on Lord Roundmoore and no he wasn't expecting her but she was sure he would see her. Laurel heard a voice yell from a room demanding of the butler to know who was making all that racket in the hall, Laurel. Hands tore at her clothing. It wasn’t the dignified undressing that she had first encountered at their hands.. This was a stripping; a violent removing of her clothing by sex-hungry males, so violent that her knickers were literally torn in half as two overly eager males pulled in opposite directions. As she sat down on the bench again to resume her sucking and masturbating hands pored her body. Hands grabbed at her breasts; hands slid between her thighs; fingers probed her opening; fingers. Finally the work was done, now to morph. Robert hit the start morphing sequence button and watched as each frame was created one by one until his photo was transformed into Cindy Crawford. The individual frames looked very good, and now for the Morph. He brought up the morphing window and saw his picture, he was so excited and hit run morph. The picture began to morph and pain ripped through Robert's body. He seemed to be losing muscle and weight although his height was remaining at 5' 11".. Go to that whore whose pussy you like more tham mine. You called her your sister before me. Dont you feel shame for fucking your sister? Get out. Fuck your sister!!!)” Dad thought it wise to leave. May be tomorrow mom will cool down.But at night mom took a bottle of whiskey and drank some of it. She began to mutter “Rahul, tera baap behnchod hai (Raj your dad is a sister fucker!!)” I was dying of shame but I had to put mom into bed. When she could not stand, I carried her in my arms to her bed..