And she told me that I still had to have breakfast. I am very hungry now, lets go. I put up a night gown and we walked out together. My hands still on...her ass.“My god, you wont leave her at all, said her mother”. “Yes, I love her ass”.. How will she serve you with your finger in her cunt, said her mom. “Well, you come here, and I’ll leave her”.. her mom started to walk towards me, I sat on the breakfast table chair. Her mom sat on me, and I had full assess to her boobs from back. So as I ate. Everyone has this picture that being a doctor’s wife is a life of luxury and glamour, and while that MIGHT come sometime in your 40s, it’s a heck of a rocky path to get there, and it’s going to be a struggle. As I’ve said to others, when I start actually working as a doctor, a good chunk of my income will have to go towards paying student loans. So whatever financial rewards might come, they’ll be delayed until those are taken care of.”“Damn. That’s a pretty bleak picture you’re painting.”I. As Bob made his way to the bathroom, hiships popped out and locked into place, causing him to switch fromwalking to sashaying.As he approached the mirror, he saw his own face. But within seconds,his face had changed to that of a woman's: his lips had become full andpouty, his nose "cute", his eyes were now brown instead of green, hiseyelashes were longer, and his eyebrows had thinned. Realizing that hewas still beautiful, he began to apply lipstick, mascara, blush, and eyeshadow. He looked in. Her ass still throbbing from the stinging blows of her fathers hard hand and the hard tool, her father's tool, that had slammed into her, again and again and again ... she cut off her thought with a start, aware how much she was enjoying the thought, the thought of her father ... fucking her ... fucking her ass ... fucking her cunt. Filling her with his seed.She rocked on the bed harder trying to refocus her thoughts on her life before she went to Maracas. Without consciously being aware, her.