Barbara had arrived home from work a couple of hours earlier than usual, and was seated at the kitchen table, glancing through a magazine when her ele...en-year-old daughter Becky entered the room.The girl was wearing a pair of tiny cut-off shorts, and a skimpy halter top thin enough to clearly outline her nipples. In spite of her best intentions, Barbara felt her pulse suddenly quicken at the sight of her scantily-dressed child.Not so very long ago, she would have made Becky change into. I would never know my daughter's true name! Given how crestfallen I seemed from this information, Kate allowed me to choose what the baby would be called. I bounced about through some names, but finally came up with Amy, which was the name of the comatose girl whose body Kate had taken possession of when she had to leave her old body behind. Kate nodded, satisfied.Over the next week we established a pattern: Kate bottled some of her milk in the fridge, she would take care of Amy during the. I reached forward and parted her legs further which allowed me a complete look up between her soft bum cheeks, with her crack modestly covered by Victoria's dirty white thong string. As I ran my hand over her cupped pussy, I felt her thong material by the gusset which was burning hot to touch. I thought to myself, "mmm her fanny must be getting wet already...". I rubbed at the material reaching under her, along and back, as the material pressed into her fanny and ass crack my fingers followed. Once with a prostitute and the other two times with young girls who Steven had picked up in bars. Reg was 62 years old and his nephew Steven was in his early 30s.Tracey told them about how unhappy she had been in her marriage and that she and I had only recently started having fun as ‘lesbians,’ together, but that she had known I was a ‘tart,’ for years and we had often fucked in the same room or with the same guys or guys. I laughed back telling the guys if they thought I was a tart, then they.