I cut the potatoes up nice and small and did the same with an onion. I threw the ingredients into an oiled pan and added some parsley flakes and other...seasoning and put on a lid to let it slow cook and simmer for a while.The sausage patties went on the griddle next; they would take the longest to cook of the rest of my Sunday menu. Bacon was the next item on another griddle and it was always a challenge. Marcy, Lorrie and Vicky liked it chewy. Jenny, Chin Lee and I liked it done well, almost. With a loud groan, Linda came on the tongue lapping at her clit, her juices flooding out in a rush and coating Virginia’s tongue and face. Linda shuddered as the orgasm ripped through her, before staggering back, her face flushed a deep red, fingers stroking herself as her orgasm subsided. Tony smiled to himself, it had begun! Behind her, Virginia felt her pants being ripped from her and fingers probe roughly at her now streaming cunt. Hands were squeezing her breasts hard and she called out. 3 years had gone by since that first trip into her sexual life at this point, and physically, she had grown a bit. She was still fairly short and petite, skinny, 53, had long straight blond hair. She still wore glasses, now a style resembling that of Ashliegh Banfield from the news, black rimmed and although somewhat stylish, her overall demeanor was a bit more geeky than that of most high school freshman girls. She didnt wear flashy or very trendy clothes, wasnt very interested in the big big. "That is because you are looking in the wrong place for your answer," came a voice.Joan spun and was faced with the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen. Anywhere. She literally couldn't talk; hell, she couldn't even breath. Sweat beaded on her skin, and her legs felt weak. Her nipples hardened into points, and her sex, now neatly trimmed with shaved lips, grew damp."Look again," said the soft voice, as the woman indicated the mirror.Joan did not recognize the person in the reflection, not at.