Tiffany looked like... Well, she looked a lot like her pregnantbest friend Paige. How was that possible?But it was true. Tiffany's hair was shorter an... turning blonde. Her eyeswere blue. She was growing taller right before my eyes. And then there wasthe baby bump. There was no mistaking that."What happened?" I asked again."Look at me!" Tiff sobbed. "I'm not me anymore. Who am I?"Linda and I looked at one another and then my girlfriend said, "Sweetie, Ithink you're turning into Paige."Tiffany. She wheezed and groaned under Alice, as she coaxed still another orgasm from her; ignoring the copious juices dripping from her chin to her wrist and bracelet.Alice's face was slick with Ronnie's juice by the time she slid her finger from her ass and raised her face triumphantly at having brought her cousin to a tumultuous orgasm.But Ronnie couldn't wait to reward her lover; to taste her, and getting up on all fours, shoved Alice face-first toward the headboard of the bed they were on and. I suppose it was the intimacy of the situation or something, but at that instant, I viewed him as objectively as a woman does a suitor. I liked what I saw. Dad had kept himself in good shape, as you can see so obviously, and his recent hours at yardwork had given him a great tan. Dad got into the shower, and once again, a strange sense of excitement began to travel across my body when I realized that he was not totally unconscious of how good I looked."I had to clear my throat to ask him to. Nicole grins and moans, then hurries over to the wicker couch and spreads herself wide. The girl’s submissive display excites Mistress Avery’s ardor. She lubricates the stick in front of the young girl’s eyes, eliciting another moan.The feeling of release, relief, and pleasure return under her mistress’s hands. She is wide open, splayed out, and shameless. She doesn’t even touch herself. Her hands are useless, they may as well be bound to the armrests. Mistress Avery teases her lips, but.