..”“‘It’s molecularly equivalent in every way!’” The two friends finished together, chuckling.“Yeah, go grab a Confederacy beer and feed...me that bullshit,” Octavia snorted. “I swear, I’m glad I don’t drink. Even Confederate wine tastes like crap. You know, I bet I could make a still and sell fermented Marine piss and make a mint.”“Probably,” Dervish agreed. “So, if it wasn’t sex, what has you in such a good mood.”“I kissed him,” Octavia admitted with a wide grin.“You kissed who?” Dervish asked. Encouraged, I reckless extended my massage out to her shoulder and beyond, kneading the muscles in her upper arms, pushing in, loosening her nightgown even more and managing to brush her shoulder straps down toward her elbows.Returning my hands to massage her neck and the sides of her face and throat, I eased back a half step, forcing Mom to lean further back like she had before. My cock slid higher into the groove in the back of her neck and I was surprised to sense bare skinHer tits were both. She told herself she had done it strictly for the money, but something had awakened inside of her.The next morning it was Breakfast as usual. Betty was standing at the stove in the nude, preparing flapjacks, eggs, and bacon. Alan and their kids were seated at the table.Tucker had a small chair off to the side with a tray because all the other chairs were taken.“Did you get with Todd last night?” Cheyenne asked her sister.“Yeah, but he is history,” Savannah casually painted her toenails as she. " Michael smiled at his charge as he focusedclosely on her to gauge her reaction.She chewed her lower lip as she considered her answer. "I'm not sure."She frowned as she looked from her breakfast to Michael. "Yes and no; Iknow it's time to move on, and it's not like reporting to a new companyis a novelty, but I don't feel ready to start living out in the world asa woman." She took a bite and chewed for a moment. "I can't help butfeel a little scared."He nodded in response. "It would have helped.