She told Tommy not to worry, "Somehow, I will work this out. I need your beautiful cock back inside me," Amber told Tommy while she stroked his dick.T...mmy was too worked up. Amber felt his cock throb as the first wave of cum shot from Tommy's dick.Amber smiled. "Tommy," she said. Feeling the pulses as Tommy shot cum into his pants. Then there was noise. The color drained from Amber's face. "Oh, no," she groaned, and her head dropped.There was a sigh of relief for both Amber and Tommy when they. I stared up into his eyes—my son’s dark, strong eyes—as he pounded me. His face twisted with pleasure, coming closer and closer to cumming.Then he was fucking Vicky’s mouth while I gasped for breath. My throat burned. He fucked us hard. Vicky gurgled on his cock, her lips forced into his pubic hair. The thwack of his balls cracked through the room, joining the wet plunge of Melody’s fingers.“Cum in their mouths, Clint,” Melody moaned. “Please, please, cum!”“Yes,” Clint growled.Door closed.. "Speaking," said Elinor."I have the Countess of Bargoed for you, please hold the line."Some moments later an older woman's voice said, "Good morning. I am the Countess of Bargoed. You wrote to me yesterday. What makes you think that I am your grandmother, and who is your mother?"Elinor was a little put out at the bluntness of this approach, but she took a deep breath and said, "The Kobekistani Ambassador in London said that I am the daughter of the Emir. My mother was Pauline, his Oxford. I turned off the lights and with only the weight of my new body and the difference in my step to remind me, I made my way through the dark. From memory I found my bedroom, where I collapsed in the bed, and before I knew it, I was asleep. When I awoke, everything was different. The confusion was gone, but its hard to actually explain. I had memories that I had never had. Things looked familiar that didnt before, in ways that I didnt know or understand. I walked into the kitchen and poured.