All we did was work, and a couple years ago I stopped working to get the nursery ready. I called my husband and he said he liked the idea of me gettin... away to relax, and then said maybe it will help. He thought I was putting to much pressure on myself, and that this may help me. He got home and we made love twice that night before I got on the plane the next day. The packet from my sister was delivered with my tickets and so on that morning, and all I knew was I had to be at the airport by. "It's not too bad being a boy." He smiled as he picked the little fellow up. "At least you won't ever have to mess with your monthly visitor anymore."The transformed girl struck out with a tiny fist. "Oh my little boy, you must never strike your father." He sat the child down. "We have to fix that attitude of yours."He waved his hand over the child and a look of profound peace came across the expression of the boy."That's better, from now on you will act like the gentle little boy I have always. Patrick leaned over me and pushed Linda onto her back, just as I felt Peter gripping my thighs and spreading my legs apart and back. I barely had time to notice Patrick doing the same to Linda before Peters hot mouth made contact with my shaven pussy. Peters obsession with eating pussy was clearly demonstrated. He was loving my pussy with his mouth, sucking my juices up, gathering them like precious gems. When he began sucking on my clit I went into orgasm quickly. My hands flew to his head. ”They did sell dark blue skirts, well stretch tube ones, a bit like my oldest surviving non-school skirt. Mum selected one for me, looked round and couldn’t see the changing rooms so she told me to get my skirt off.“What, out here? There are hundreds of people all around. We’ll get thrown out again.” I said.“Not if you get a move on girl.”I repeated the same exercise and yes, the skirt did fit me. With it pulled up to my hips it came to about half way down my thighs.“Is that okay for you.