My penmanship won awards, and I was ready to enter College.My good manners shouldn’t have been confused with servile-ism, but these young turks of �...�good breeding’ had been raised to privilege and wealth, and despite my fashionable wardrobe and man-servant, I found myself being ordered to haul some baggage as if I were a porter. I softly replied “Very well young sir, but know that my keep is twelve cents an hour.” He blinked at that, and wondered at how high I valued myself, and I answered that. Later she amended the story. She fled the house in fear of her life. She was still underage. Like a real dumass, I fell for it and we got back together. I called my sister Nancy and she said that Karen could stay with her until she worked something out. Nancy lived about 50 miles away. I took Karen there and we spent the night together. I went over to her parent's house that same day so they wouldn't suspect that I had the little conniving bitch with me. Naturally, her father and mother were. My middle aged body, slowly transformed into thatof a hourglassed blonde bombshell bimbo's. as my son pulled the zipper upmy back, i felt myself being overwhelmed by sensations. first it was myskin, so soft. so..... feminine... then my pussy as the futa suit reachedmy groin, my hips, my waist. it was this wave of warmth, this irresistablewave of warmth that traveled up my belly, and attached itself to my chestwith the futa suit's tits. it was clear my son was becoming turned on bymy. "No. I will not! I will not let you fuck me!" Britney said, crossing her arms across her ample chest and falling to the floor in a pout. "I'm a virgin and I will stay a virgin until I marry, nude photos or not," "Very well. But then how about we try a DIFFERENT kind of sex," Robert suggested, his cold eyes staring intently at Britney. "What could there...oh! No! I will not let you stick that, that," Britney said, waving her finger at Robert's increasingly flaccid cock "that THING up my ass!".