I gasped out, "Oh shit," in my new feminine voice, the same one that I'dbeen using since sometime the day before.My face was still my face... sort of....Well, at least a little bit,though a whole lot more feminine. It was definitely a girl's face, thatmuch was sure. It was soft and pretty, with lips that were a littlefuller than they used to be. My eyes, once brown, now seemed an evenbrighter green than before my second bout of the Bug, and perhaps just alittle bit bigger. My face was... pretty.. Shortly we would need to dress for the first time in three days and pick up the ladies at the airport.Suddenly Mom let out a sobbing sigh. She said, “Never again. Baby we cant’ do that again. I hate losing control, I hate it. No more, no more.”At first I panicked when her vehement words hit my brain, I was afraid I would loose the best lover a boy could have. As she continued I came to understand that she talking only about the ass fuck.I held her close and said, “That was a spooky orgasm you. I felt sick.I lay in bed unable to sleep when my phone pinged.”Daddy” I read the text nervously “ Face time me” it said.The screen opened and I saw Daddy lay in bed smiling.”All bought for you” he smiled.No more money will be taken out of your account than the £790.00 worth of presents I have treated you.”Thank you Daddy” I smiled.”Have you fingered yourself yet bitch?” He quizzed”No Daddy, you forbid it”Book next week off, Monday to Friday and drive down to me on Sunday afternoon. Your. She had been a competitive swimmer in her youth. She was now in her early forties, in pretty good shape, apart from a few extra little pounds. He saw her staring at his dong and realized that she was not referring to his height or body size. “Bigger than my husband. George, could you rub some oil into my shoulders, please.”“How big was your cock in those days?” I asked, intrigued.“Not like now, but way above average, even for a grown man. It was Jeanne who made me realize my potential. .