“In case you missed, my dear, I’m not exactly put off by that notion,” Brenda snickered as she took me with her lips and tongue, lathering me wi...h her spit.“Nor am I!” Miranda agreed, sucking my balls for a moment while her daughter pleasured my prick.“Mmmm ... ball sweat ... let me lick it up!” Brenda swapped places with her mother.“Starting without me? That’s just not right, Mum, Sis!” Julia’s posh accent announced her presence among us now.“He still has a taint, since you wish to join us .... According to my tests I hadn't got an infection and be OK inshort order. I'd researched the basics of female body maintenance, soother than it being an odd sensation it wasn't alarming.I debated looking over my body but it still felt a little creepy. Inlife I'd been married at 23 and divorced three years later, just youraverage vanilla heterosexual. I'd creeped plenty on 15yr old girls, butthat was when I was in school. I moved on as I grew up.So I got glimpses but didn't really do more. During the day, I was to discover their cup size adjusted to the beholder's leering eye and lascivious desires. One minute, they'd be a perky B cup, the next perky double D's. But whatever size they were they were always undeniably perky. Perky and topped by pokies. Pokies that were attention-seeking, sensitive, stiffened, engorged teatlets of pleasure. If that wasn't enough, throwing back the covers, I discovered that my previously lightly-haired pubic mons was now a soft, smooth, naked runway. But, I wasn't complaining. I liked the quick response, maybe I would feel better sooner. "Holy crap Soph! How's it goin'!" exclaimed Danny on the phone. "It's been... goin'," I replied. "Yeah! I haven't heard from ya in like, five months!" "Four," I corrected "Yeah yeah. So what's this you gotta talk about?" I spent maybe four minutes in total talking about my sucky life. It's always hard to be depressed when you talk to him. He's like a kid on sugar. Never a dull moment with him, that's for.