She inherited a strange batch of abilities from them. She can breathe under water and communicate with animals, and she’s got superhuman strength an... speed when she comes in contact with H20. That’s what she got from her mother’s side. From her father’s side, she inherited the ability to shape-shift, and a talent for music as well as a love for nature. All that was wrapped in one hot little package. Is she something or what? We spent that first summer together in Ottawa. Janet Vaucresson got. We’re in the room she calls her boudoir. There’s a double bed wide enough for a man and woman to do anything they could want. There’s a black leather armchair with wide arms a woman can rest her spread knees on. There’s a table a woman can sit on while a man stands between her spread thighs with his penis hard up against her belly. On the pink painted walls and the ceiling are mirrors for a man to ogle a woman’s naked body from every angle. Between the mirrors the walls are plastered with. Kelly..." said Kaycee. "Call me Buck. Can you bend over for me. Let me see, what your trying to cover up. Wow...that is nice." I said. Kaycee quickly bent over and flipped her white mini skirt up. She had a small white thong under her mini. It was wedged between both her big ass cheeks."If I was your husband. I'd have a hard time letting you out of the house." I said. She smiled between her legs. She then turned around to face me. "You should put the mop handle between your breast." I said. She. "Wow, you look like a pear now," she joked. "What else do we have in Barry's box of wonders?" A few minutes later she pulled out a small box marked "Expressions". From it she withdrew two pieces of plastic and a small bottle of glue. "Breast forms!" she said. "And apparently good ones." "What's the glue for?" "I guess to hold them to your chest," she said. "Let's see, here's some instructions..." She read for a few minutes, then said, "Easy enough. We glue these to your chest,.