.. whenever my mind returns... at the smallest..." Don't worry! Don't worry about anything!" said Phillippa comfortingly, rocking back and forth gentl... on the huge sofa, a rhythm that must have reminded both of them of the maternal affection neither had the fortune to bestow on children of their own.Marianne noticed how close her lips and nose were to Phillippa's nipple. It was thin and quite definitely stiff on a small, but pert, bosom. She looked up at Phillippa who gazed down at her almost. I worked down towards her glutes, working gently on her ass at first, easing the pressure into them, kneading them with my wrists and my fists, alternating between the two. Her ass was firm and tight. I was applying heavy pressure to her ass now, and decided to go in with my elbows. Samantha gave a little grunt from time to time, and I checked to make sure she was okay, getting a whispered, "Yes" in return. I went back to using my wrists; her ass was well oiled up at this stage and probably had. Wearing her one piece nightdress. I’m moving a bit over to the right. Give her more space. A look at her. She looks back. Slight smile on her face. I smile back. I’m so tense. It’s ridiculous. I’m gonna have to get used to this. Gotta think of her as my daughter, be a father. I’m trying to relax, sinking back into the sofa. After a few minutes I’m feeling better. Nadine is adjusting her position. Half lying down on the sofa. Her legs towards me. Thank god her nightdress is long enough. Ends. Though the memories of those I've experimented on all returned. They hadn't smelled the incense in any life before this one." She looked down at her body. "I sometimes wonder if Prudence is still alive, buried in our subconscious." More as something to do, she loosened the sash that was of one piece with her costume, "But better her, than me." She retied the sash around her waspish waist. Tight! "Wouldn't you know he'd show up as a girl, too, to spoil all of my plans-- Again! And know the.