‘Don’t worry about it. Nobody will come looking for you. You gave me the passwords to your phone and your social media, remember? I told everybody...you were going on a spiritual retreat for a few days, they were angry with you, but anger is better than worried, isn’t it?’‘You’re lying,’ I said. ‘I would never give you my passwords.’‘I know sweety,’ Miranda said. ‘As I explained yesterday I’ve got some drugs that’ll make you very compliant, but I guess they have a side effect of amnesia.’ She. But when he walked out of the room he noticed he wasn't even in hiis grandparents house he was a totally new house altogether and he probably would have past right by the bathroom in this house if hadnt practically walked right into the door. He turned on the light and found in the mirror was not his burly quarterback looks but a girl! "This must all be a dream," he said to himself,"I'll just make the best of it." He headed back to his(her) room to try and figure out who he was. When he enterd. " Neither could I."She smiled, "You know, you were never very good at hiding your emotions. The way you just said that was pretty suggestive." Really? And what was I being suggestive about?" That you masturbated as soon as you went back to your room. Didn't you?"He gave a slightly embarrassed look. "Can you blame me? You put on one heck of a show the way you flashed yourself. Mom or not, you have a seriously smoking hot body on you." I guess I have to take full responsibility for your actions. She loves to kiss him, her fingers wrapped in his hair, nipping his sweet mouth and then kissing him again. She feels his blood filled cock pressing against her stomach and melts into his body. Without a word he carries his 5 ft 5 blonde angel into the living room and bends her over their sofa, kicking her long, tanned legs apart and shoving her black dress up her back. Exposing her tight arse he groans loudly, pleased that she went out to dinner as promised with no panties on. He rewards her.