It seemed to him that peaceful coexistence seemed to be a fantasy of the past.Maybe he was becoming an old man. Old men were too tired to fight. They ...ccepted the dark looks from locals without complaint and listened to the young radicals without comment. It was just too difficult getting out of bed, to even think about running around fighting.It was the young men who rebelled, protested in the streets, and fought what they viewed as an unjust suppression of their culture. Too often it was. When she was finished with him, the pretty dark-haired nun removed herself to the fireplace and this time took up a religious book instead of the lurid magazine she was previously reading. Harry figured she was moving into her penance stage to repent for her sinful excesses. It was remarkable how pious and at peace she looked sitting in such repose.The tattooed lady with the nice looking legs started to pull his restrained ankles back up the head of the bed next to his hands. He was now in a. Reds, blues, white, black, purples, all colours of outfits were laid out. Three pairs of heels in black red and pink. I packed my case and then his and then changed into my red body stocking and heels. Daddy fucked me hard and we went to sleep in each other’s arms.I hardly slept I was so excited. We were going away and I was to see his, our, home in Spain.Daddy smiled as we dried each other, we spoke of our love and commitment. He left to lay out my outfit for the trip. I slipped it on. Pink. His body got so bright we had to shut our eyes, unable to continue watching the fight for a moment. When it finally stopped and we were able to see again we both had a real shock. Instead of the sweet little pink gum ball was a human body… the naked body of Ashley. Yet the real Ashley was still beside me, holding my hand!-“He..he used Morph to change into … you” - ‘God, no! What is he doing?! He can’t be doing this!”His legs were fully opened, exposing his sweet wet pussy (the same one I was.