I was a perfect slave. My pleasure could wait—Tom's pleasure is what mattered.The slaves ministrations eased the tension from Tom, his face relaxing...into pleasure as he enjoyed Miyoko's cunt. Our daughter pumped her hips faster, her curly, black hair flying wildly about her white blouse covered shoulders. There was a tearing noise; Tom ripped Miyoko's blouse open, little buttons sent flying as he exposed her budding breasts, pale-yellow and topped with dark-brown nipples."Oh, yes, thank you,. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them? Well, I do&hellip, because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now&hellip, Frank! I called out as I glanced left and right. No response. How could I have left the door open? How could I have been so stupid? I asked myself, but soon realized there was no time to feel. Tellme, does the vibration of the seat get you all wet and horny andstuff?" He chuckled in delight."N... no, of course not!" But I couldn't deny that riding my bike DIDfeel strange with my new crotch. It was a sensation I knew I would haveto get used to in the upcoming years. I sighed noticeably."What a sweet day! My greatest rival is now stuck as a teeny-bopperchicky and I'm free to dominate this race! Hell with this ring, I couldbe king of pro supercross and motocross! Why should I stop. "Kathy spied a nearby gentleman shopper. "Excuse me, sir," she thrust her chest out in his direction, "but what color are my eyes?" Duh," the startled man stammered as he stared at the blonde's budding bosom."Your right, Chris," she cackled, "it'll work." Kathy then thrust herself in the direction of her father, who, killing time, had slipped into the hospitable sales girl's hot little pocket. "What do you think, Daddy?" Looks good," Daddy muttered, indubitably distracted by the snug, smiling.