That would be your lucky day, now wouldn't it?"Looking in the mirror, Margaret giggled at her impudence. A day later,Simon left the bank but not befor... he had embezzled ?500,000 in to anoffshore account. It left no paper trail and the bank never recoveredtheir assets. Only Margaret and Joyce did that.The bank also never found Simon. But how could they? By the time Margaretand Joyce had allowed him to stay at their mansion for a few weeks, hehad been transformed into the satin slut he aspired to. Two looked almost like men's dressshirts but three were satin and flowing with short sleeves and no collarand low cut necklines. Morton kept looking putting aside each new item.Two chemises, four shoulder-sleeve t-shirts designed to go with jacketsand shoes. In addition, two T-Shirts that had things written on them.The first read,"Excuse me, could you please pray quietly, we're trying to THINK!"The second read,"The meek are welcome to the Earth, the rest of us are going to theSTARS!'Morton. I gently ran my fingers through Dad's dark hair while he sucked on my prick head, then clenched fists around several strands when I felt him swallow my entire penis down to the root. Although this was my first blowjob, I could tell that my father had definitely sucked cock before, as he had no trouble taking all my pole into his throat."Oh, Dad, that feels so good!" Mmmpf," came Dad's muffled reply as he pressed his lips against my pubic mound. He slowly raised his mouth back up to the tip of. ”We pulled a menu off the table, thumbed through it together, and decided on nachos.I once heard someone describe alcohol as being a social lubricant, and that was true in our case. The more we drank, the more intimate our conversation became. It was nice to get past the friendly-getting-to-know-you chit-chat and move on to more fun topics.“Does James know you ... um ... are into girls?”I smiled at her, “He does. I told him I like to make out in bathroom stalls with pretty Italian girls in his.