"I reflected that instead of being' hen pecked' by a wife like most men,he was sister pecked. Most men reserved being a wimp to their wives.Thank god ...usan was a sweetie.The doctor came in nervously. "Remember to take your healing medicationthree times a day or you'll scar and it will be hard to restore yournormal features. I'll take the bandages off tomorrow." So soon?"He nodded. "New advance I made."The next day when I looked in the mirror I was astounded. I lookedexactly like Chloe! That. Her breasts were already so fascinating. They were huge and went hard up and down as she ran. We usually went in the warmer summer months on trek. Consequently, we were sweating and puffing every day we continue under the warm sun. By the end of the evening we were looking for a place where we could store our tent.We pitched our tent often next to a river. So we could clean ourself. We were completely naked and went swimming Without generating . I saw my sister her big tits and her nice hairy. But I went eventually, and maybe it wasn`t such a bad thing I did…you`ll decide in the end.In that day came a moment when I went in the same office, with my same female collegues being there. She was also there, wearing a white shirt, so opened at chest that even a saint could become a fucking pervert seeing it. She was also wearing in that day a black skirt, white stockings, high heels and a discreet, sexy make-up. If you read the first part of my story you can realise that this kind of outfit. I can...” She moaned.To both of their surprise Lucian and Ericha had a exquisite moment that extended to the stars as they kissed and licked each other faces, their fires finally escaping and enveloping every fiber of their being, a torpedo of lust and love exploded in their bellies and spread through their bodies. Something changed though. A single soft trail of black ink spread from Lucian’s wrist down to his body and eventually ended on Ericha’s own wrist tattoo. They were unaware of this.