"It's still me," she said, sounding close to tears.I looked at her closely. I could almost see the old Lisa behind her eyes trying to reach me. The pa...kage wasn't that important. It would take some getting used to, but I was sure it was possible because we loved each other.I tentatively reached out and took her hand, marvelling at how much bigger it was. "Wow, this is going to take some getting used to. I'm going to need a step ladder just to kiss you," I said.That brought a tiny smile to her. "To avoid a confrontation with the boyfriend, I quietly left the area vowing to bring up the scene to her later when the opportunity arose. About 2 hours later I headed out of my garage on my bike for a quick jaunt around the neighborhood as I regularly did. As I went out, Martha was sitting on the flagstones that formed the knee-high wall that marked the joint boundary of their property and mine. She was sitting in the sun reading a book. Her beautiful legs were now covered from waist to knees. We never asked them, because we didn't want to ruin their fun.As we were talking, Amy asked Cindi to go get her another soda. While Cindi was out of the room, Amy suggested that I get time off work and we could all go to San Francisco together! What a great idea, and what a delightful child for thinking of it, just to make her sister happy. She asked us not to mention it to Cindi as she wanted it to be a surprise.Well, it worked out just fine. The squeals of delight, ear piercing as they were,. I was beginning to wonder if this inexperienced, forbidden hole could even accept the purple helmet of my cock let alone an inch or two of my shaft??? I then filled the turkey baster up with oil and gently slid about three inches of it in her ass and then squeezed the bulb releasing a goodly amount of oil into her tight asshole. I then opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out my late wife's egg shaped vibrator, oiled it up and turned it on and inserted it in her pussy. She responded by.