.. or should I say, a stunningly hot assed little number with long wavy blonde hair, big blue eyes, tight little butt and even nicer pair perky round ...its, ironically the exact same type of females I would have gone after. But far worse than the body morph was what it was doing to my mind… every day that passed I lost a little more of who I had been and I had to admit seeing myself through feminine eyes, I was a real self-absorbed asshole! Yah, the old woman had indeed taught me the lesson she. "Secondly, I love you, sister of mine! I love you as much as I love our mother, but in a different way. I don't want to have sex with you, I want to protect you. I want for you to grow up to be a woman like our Mom. She is a woman who is strong, beautiful, and smart. She is someone that all men want to have, but they know that only someone very special can ever hope have. I want that for each of you Bea ... you, and your sister. Sure, I could make you not tell anyone about this. But I would. I step out the shower and go into the bedroom to dry off. As I am walking around the bedroom naked and water dripping down my soft skin, I begin to look at old pictures of you and me. I begin to get turned on as I look at them. One thing that attracted you to me is that you loved taking pictures as much as I do. We always did take sexy pictures. Sexy in the sense that we were a couple of nasty freaks. Pictures of you eatin’ me, me suckin’ you, us layin around naked, me in the shower, you in. Ah yes, the holidays, and didn't that bring back memories of Margaret's youth. Those sweet days of puppy love and romance seemed so far away from the reality of the cruel cold corporate world she found herself in today. Now her only lovers consisted mostly of latex. But that seemed true of most young and attractive and ambitious professional women. They could find no time for real relationships for the sake of the career. It had to be quick with no strings attached.Fondly remembering her first.