I handled it lovingly. My own ... I’m not dreaming ... a rather severe pinch on my arm: check. I’m alive: check.Fuck!It looks like I’ve traded a...30 year old wife and three kids for a 16 year old wife and her 14 year old sister. Something I’d contemplated but never thought I’d succeed.So ... where am I? When am I? Where’s my truck?Shit! Time travel is possible! If there was ever a time when I wished my college discussions about multiple dimension worlds were false ... now is the time.Speaking of. I can’t do anything about the family you might have had. The family you and Callan might have had. But I can show you my regret and my love by the way I love you and our family, our kids, and grandkids.”By the way, Jill looked back at me I knew I’d said just the right thing. That the way I felt and the words I’d said had told her exactly what she wanted and needed to hear. So I moved my head slowly, as nervous as I’d been the very first time I’d tried to kiss Jill, closing the distance as I. We broke away both undoing our belts, pulling our trousers down and seeing two pairs of black panties being strained by our bulges. My legs were sheaved in black nylon hold-ups. He gasped and pushed his hand onto my erection, kneading it through the soft material. I leant across and did the same, his panties were rougher material, but it didn’t matter when I lifted the edge and pulled his cock out to one side, wanking it gently as he played with me. Our lips met again, deep passionate kisses.. Miss Boyl had already picked out avery suitable dress for her to wear tomorrow, and after trying it on,Carol did indeed look like a little girl, and not a complete baby."Where's Tiara?" Carol asked innocently."Oh my, I forgot all about her, come dear, follow me into the nursery."Carol could not get over the complete baby nursery that filled the room,a changing table, high chair, and a giant closet that covered one entirewall filled with Little girl, Baby girl dresses. Carol also noticed acrib.