Like why this sudden chance and how long she was mine but I decided not to ask. I just wanted to enjoy my slave from now on.I started playing with her...boobs. Kissing them gently and squeezing them. I let my hands go down to her ass and pussy. Her pussy was soaking and because she didn't wear any panties, the inside of her legs was also completely wet. I pushed a finger in her, she started moaning like she was already cumming. I pulled out and searched for that other hole in that area. Because. How being feminine and having a superior female guide me was my most deeply hidden desire and the most important part of my foundation of my sexuality. I told her how I would like nothing better than to have her dress me from the skin out as a female, on a semi-regular or regular basis. How I'd love to wear a dress and panties, stockings and a bra with makeup and perfume, to carry a purse, to be feminine, to be her girlfriend, or anything else, at her command. I was absolutely weak in my flood. Ydobon became less generic and more concrete. She had a definite twinkle in her eyes. A memorable dimple in her cheeks. A slender wrist and long fingers with bracelets that clattered as she brushed a hand through hair that was brunette or blonde (and no longer merely brown or fair). An ankle that was pleasingly slender and a knee that was impressed on my memory as firmly as if it were impressed on my groin. And the time came when Ydobon changed no more. Or only by increments. Her hair-colour,. “Father, your daughters are both squirming so hard.”“Yes, they are, slut,” Daddy said, sounding so strong.Mom was at my feet. Her hand grabbed my ankle, stopping the slow spin of me and my sister. Then it hit me. Mom knew that Daddy had knocked up her own sister. She was ... okay with it. Aunt Louisa had to be whore.“She wants to know so badly,” Mom purred. Her finger lightly stroked the bottom sole of my foot.Sensations rippled up my leg to my pussy. I groaned about the dildo gag, my toes.