I suppose I could've gone with my old name, Sydney, but this body doesn't actually fit a unisex name like that." "Look at that body! You're going to t...ll me that you didn't want a bubble head, blond slut?" Cindy said, "Oh, I fully admit that when it comes to the physical parameters of what I was interested in, my tastes were a bit stereotypical, blond, blue eyes, big boobs, but when it comes to intellect, well, like I said, I prefer them really smart. As for being a slut, I never had any urge. "**********Corinne opened the door, and caught herself. The little girl decorwas gone, vanished with the magic. Jeffrey was rolling around onhis bed, constrained by the bedrails so he wouldn't fall and hurthimself. She picked him up, giving him a big kiss. And shesmelled it. "Let's get you changed. Then let's go get somebreakfast."She heard the boys fighting even before she and Jeffrey got downthe stairs. And Ron. Yelling at the boys, and yelling at her tocome and help."Dammit, I told. My mother wasn't a drop-dead gorgeous woman, but she was very comfortable with her body. She wasn't an exhibitionist by any means, but bathroom doors were never locked when she was bathing or using the toilet. She never minded if one of her children needed to use the bathroom when she was in the tub; it just didn't bother her.On this one particular day when I was ten, my mother was indeed lying in the bathtub, soaking her then forty year-old body. Arriving home from school, I ran into the house. That was why she agreed to touch him. It was completely different than she thought it would be. He was warm and his penis felt soft in her hand, even though it was very hard underneath. He coached her, and she found out it was hard work at the end. The beginning was fun. She could stroke it slowly all day long, she decided. But then he needed her to speed up and her muscles began to ache. She was about to give up, when he gasped for her to go on just a few more seconds.She was shocked at the.