The following morning I went down for breakfast seeing Carla I asked her how her pussy was, she said it was still throbbing and was so horny this morn...ng she had already cum twice. She went off to work as Ella and I were left to do our own thing, as I went to my room I heard Ella walking about singing to herself, hearing her go into the bathroom and get in the shower I lay on my bed resting Uni didn’t start until next week so I had time to relax, I was busting for the loo and listened out to. Im sorry. I dropped my underwear under my bed and when I went to get it, my hair got stuck somehow on the bed frame. I cant move my head and Im pretty sure Im stuck. Can you help me? Like I said, this side of the bed has 0 space to move around on. The only way he can get to my hair is to reach over me. I look between my legs, and I can see hes soaking wet and wearing a towel that he barely had time to throw on. Perfect. He hesitantly approaches and I can tell he isnt sure what to do. Dad!. She smiled as she saw him, and her attractiveness somehow doubled.The rest of her may have changed, but Molly's smile had stayed exactly the same.She was wearing a simple black tube-dress, leaving her arms and shoulders completely bare and showing ample cleavage - and as she approached their table, John realised that it wasn't just her ass that had grown. Her breasts, already large, seemed to have increased in size as well.The dress was clearly made for a slightly smaller woman, and Molly's. For some reason I didn’t. For some reason I just watched as he pulled the cups of my bra down and lifted my heavy breasts over the fabric, exposing them.“I don’t know if Mr. Chapman would like that,” I said, my face hot and my voice dry.“Like what?” a voice behind me asked. I whirled around, breasts out, and looked up at my boyfriend like a deer in the headlights.“I, uh, I was just…” I stammered, but Dion jumped in.“She was helping me get over my wife. You know how it is.”“I see,” Mr. Chapman.