. Idid that...I take the opportunity to get into the kitchen, find things fairly swiftlyand make the coffees. I place the cafatiere on a tray together...with milk,sugar, cream, and one cup and one... bowl... then wait anxiously for myMistress to return. I'm distracted, staring out the window over the beachto the sea, when I hear boot-steps behind me on the tiled floor.I pick up the tray and turn to face her, and my jaw drops, and my legsshake a bit... She's wearing a black mini-dress, backless I. Ted was shocked, but his cock was already hard as a rock again. All he could think was that Lia’s father was a lucky man to have a girl like her. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t thought of Rachel the same way. Or Lia, too, for that matter. But as bad it might sound to some people, there was something special between a man and his own daughter. Who else could ever have such a special bond?“Anyway,” Lia continued, “we already took some pix and videos of each other just for ourselves, but I got her to. Standing over the grate shivering in hooded jogging clothes, drenched from head to toe had the man been a dog, he might have looked like a drowned rat. Though initially hesitant, Sir Glen knew better than to judge messengers. Upon closing the space, the messenger’s bent head tipped up only slightly, giving a hint of a familiar silhouette. Sir Glen’s well polished boots came to a halt feet from the guest in his hall. With a hand, he motioned for the messenger to follow him, pausing only long. .Why are you saying those horrible things?...“She's mad,” Chris groaned. “She's angry at you, Sayuri.”...Why? Talk to me, Mitsuko-hime...“Chris?” Yoshiko groaned, rolling upright. “What's going on?”“Mitsuko will turn me into a girl,” Chris groaned, “then kill me.”“But that's Miyu, not the princess's ghost.” ...Possession?... gasped Sayuri-chan.Miyu, the Japanese schoolgirl who had just transferred to their school, moaned, her body lithe and petite, her eyes slanted, hair black silk like.