Nicest we've seen, right, Greg?" "Right, Jim." So his name was Jim. As Jim kept his finger in my cleavage, Greg, lifted my shirt completely off and st...rted unhooking my bra. He slid the straps down the side of my arms and let go. My boobs were trying to spread out in my cups, which kept my bra on without the straps hooked. "Oh shit, that's hot. Shake it off, don't touch it," Jim said to me as he kept the camera focused on my chest. I shimmied my shoulders to shake my boobs and after a few sways. My subconscious was showing me what I longed for yet had been too scared to ask for. Your father agreed to help me change and what you see before you now is a product of that change,” Karen admitted with a loving smile towards me.“Training, discipline and purpose,” I added helpfully.“Yes, Master. A three-pronged approach to change,” Karen confirmed then directed her attention back to her children. “In the last few months, your father has become so much more than a husband to me. He’s a trainer,. The Garners and Bergs talked it over and decided that if they moved the same weekend, it would only lead to stress and ugly feelings that nobody wanted or needed. The Bergs helped the Garners move the first weekend of July, and the Garners repaid them by helping them move the following weekend. The three families ate meals together for the next couple of weeks but otherwise kept to themselves. If one family needed help someone was there to give it but the job of settling in was each families. When we disengaged, we faced each other and kissed and apologized. The bed was wet every where from our tears, saliva, and cum. She tried to stand but could not and I had to help her to the bathroom. I helped her into the shower and decided to shower with her because I didn’t think it would be safe for her to do so in her weakened state. I washed her whole body for her and admired her hairy cunt, her breasts, and her ass. I thought to myself that I must indeed be sick to be attracted so.