No, that's quite impossible. Answering telephones would be a waste of your wonderful new body, dear girl. Considering how well you've turned out..." H... frowned reflectively, and tapped the end of his silver fountain pen against his chin. "I dare say we can start you with some soft-porn shoots, maybe some live appearances, before moving on to a full-length hardcore feature by Christmas. How does that sound?"Margaret struggled to sit up, blinking away tears. "I don't want to," she said, her voice. ”“So am I real Sara?”“You know ... Uh ... I ... I really ... You know ... I really just don’t know.”“That’s OK, I love you Sara. I love every single solitary thing about you Sara, and I know every single solitary thing about you Sara.”“That doesn’t make any sense.”“Why?”“Because if you knew me, if you really knew me, then you couldn’t love me.”“No Sara, you are mistaken. True love comes from knowledge and understanding. Others have made you feel bad about yourself. They were wrong, some were. "Samantha got about a nickel sized pool of oil on her palm and started rubbing it into her chest, but it didn't go far with as much flesh as she had to coat. She kept putting a little oil in her hands, then lubing up a little more of her rack. "Let me practice. Hi Grandma. I'm making this video so you'll know how much I like the present you got me in Mexico. I'm rubbing baby oil into my watermelons so that they'll stay nice and soft." That was actually pretty good." Samantha's mother commented.. I got up and kissed Mae and then I kissed Stacy on the cheek. I then went to the bathroom to clean myself up a little more. I was gone about 5 minutes. When I left the bathroom, I found both girls on the bed in the guest room. Stacy's panties were gone, her legs were spread as wide as possible and Mae's head was buried between her legs. She was licking her hard - very hard and I just sat in the chair in the guest room and watched as my body got ready for round two. I also took a double dose.