Maybe ... maybe, yes, it is possible that I am looking for you to recognise me as a desirable woman.”“Can you remember when your birthday was?” ... sked her.“No, no I can’t. but I remember that my name was Barbara, I actually am a Barbie,” she replied.“Good, then, Barbara, I prefer that name ... you are now eighteen years old, give or take a few months,” I said to her, “and you have grown into that beautiful woman,” she preened, is that the right word, and then I continued, “your body is much. . yes, that's what I said," Molly sighed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't say something like that. I ... I just ... it's terrible, Tim." What, Mom? What are you saying?" In my dream ... what I thought was my dream ... I felt young again. I WAS young again. I was still me, but I had it all back ... my youth, my energy, my passion. I had desire and I someone desired me. It felt so good. That's all I can say." I understand. I felt the same thing, Mom. Well ... not the young part. I'm only twenty seven.. I left it at that, but I had a feeling that they would still help us, though the relationship I had with them before would now be strained.”I hugged her for a few more moments and then guided her to the table. Once seated, we began enjoying the meal while I went over what we had discovered in the historical records office.I ate a mouthful of food and began. “It seems that they have not really been keeping records within the office for the past decade. People have either been fired or. After a minute I realized this man was fucking Anna really hard, almost like a grudge fuck. He was pounding away on her and showing no mercy. Anna was holding him tight and moaning loudly. Watching this man fuck my wife made my cock so hard it was starting to hurt. The other two men must have felt the same as they had their cocks out and were stroking them. The savage pounding this man was giving my wife’s pussy continued for eight minutes. At this point I saw the man arch his back and Anna.