"Then you won't force me to use the conditioning therapy likeEmily had to with her daughter, now will you?"My blood ran cold. I nodded. No way did I w...nt to end uplike Flopsy.That night, I looked in the mirror, trying to see the realme. But all I could look at was how my butt seemed to bebigger and rounder and my chest felt sore and puffy around thenipples. And was my penis smaller than before? I wasn't sure.Something had to be done.Which brought me to today, as Mother parked the car in a. They were handing around a bottle of vodka, drinking it straight and grimacing each time they took another swig. John looked closer at the two girls.The first was a pale redhead, who had a slight emo look with her dark eye shadow, was wearing a tight black and white striped dress that hugged her slim figure. Her hair hung down past her bare shoulders and her shy eyes kept glancing up at John whenever she turned her head. The other one, a skinny blonde, wasn’t glancing up at John, she was. ”Once we were in the truck, I drove to a far corner of the lot. There should be fewer prying eyes here, I thought.She continued to cry, sobbing relentlessly. What do I do?Sad sap that I am, I put my arm around her and she cuddled right in with her head on my shoulder.I rubbed her arm and hair to console her. When she stopped crying, she lay sideways on the seat and put her head in my lap. I continued to gently rub her hair and arm and side. Her hand was on my leg and her hand started to move up. This was the best news my wife could get and could not wait to tell me, we could carry on our lifestyle when David was here, and no need to be going to bed when they come home, just stay on my bed, and they would carry on as always if they felt like sex. I told her she could take him upstairs when they felt like it, but she said she would not do that because the bed room was ours, and she would not like others in our bed, she said would not mind me seeing her have sex and she was sure it would.