However, the girl in the mirror wasn't such. She wasn't a she. She was me!Not only that but between her legs hanged the smallest penis you couldimagin..., almost like a baby pennis with matching testicles.I lifted my arms in anger and turned into Helen. Before I could doanything, she embraced me and tucked my now cute girlish face into hercleavage."Hush, Andrea. Be calm. This will last just a little longer that you allowit. Take it easy." At hearing her whispering voice, my anger dissipated."Now. It ran in our family, usually ending in death by age 75.On September 25th the Mryia arrived, with a new black paint scheme. On board were Melanie’s ashes, a car, and the statue for the memorial garden. It remained parked at the airport, empty of people except for a 24 hour honor guard that stood vigil.Her urn was solid gold, and inscribed with her full name in an oval at the front. Around that inscription in a spiral were the words ‘wife, mother, hero’ in as many languages as would fit,. I could see everything. She didn’t have panties on and I could clearly see her pussy lips. Even in the flickering light of the TV I could see that the inner lips were swollen and were covered with a sheen of glistening juice. My mother was excited ... no doubt about it.With a slight moan she moved her legs together, shutting off my view. Undeterred, I began to massage her thighs, using a small amount of skin cream as lubricant.“Ohhhh,” my mother gasped as my left hand began to massage higher,. So you should be glad it happened." Lucy smiled and hugged him tight. "That's good, because what you were doing felt really good." Well, I'm glad I made you feel good. However, we should probably take off our wet clothes", Jeff said and set Lucy on the floor. She shimmied out of her shorts, her tight slit glistening with her liquids. Jeff moaned as he slipped out of his pants, his dick standing rigid and erect.Lucy climbed back onto Jeff's lap, his hard cock rubbing against her labia. Lucy.