She’s always needs me to do things around the house. This is the only way I’ll get them done. She’ll usually dress real sexy and we have a goo... time together after everything is checked off the list.Her daughter, who is my stepdaughter is always giggling, when she sees me hurrying around the house doing mindless tasks. She knows that I’m doing my list of chores. I think her mother must have told her what the prize is if I do it. I think my stepdaughter told her friend Amanda about the. I felt flustered but figured I could pull out of it as long as I focused on the bike. I looked down at the bike and could see that the front tire was indeed low on air pressure. My eyes swung to the back tire but with her standing right in front of me with the bike pointed long ways toward me, I had to look at her and more importantly her waist and legs. I stopped there as my eyes caught sight of her shorts and how they hugged her tiny waist. Looking down, I noticed how the shorts clung to her. Please read part one of the story for the background story of how mychange came about in Pt 2 my journey continues.Part 2As I laid there I ask Rowan and Primrose, will I remember anything of mypast life "some you will remember, the sexual conflicts you felt all ofyour life, this will help you empathise with those you will help in thefuture" as he was telling me this I thought back over my previous life asEric and realised what Rowan was telling me was the truth, I had alwaysbeen in conflict. In the distance, a few cars wound along on the narrow roads, their lights bright against the black of the mountains. They were so far away that no engine noise reached us. A sprinkler in the dark garden hissed. Otherwise there was silence. A chill breeze blew making my nipples hardened and my penis shrivelled. "Hold me. I'm cold," Stephanie said. I pressed myself against her, wrapping her in my arms; one angling downwards across her belly onto her hip, the other rising between her breasts to.