I wasn"t gay, at te time I was what you would call a player, going from one girl to another. We were heading down to montreal from Boston, and it was ... long drive. We were taking turns driving the car because 6hrs is way to long for anyone to be driving. we finally arived at out father"s house, he and our mother had been divorced for 10 years for reasons we never knew. As soon as we arrived at the house our father came out to greet us. My dad was a burly, but strong man who looked very good for. You may think it weird im selling my mums pussy for money but it goes back a long way mum never baught me up it was left to a nanny to look after me i hardly ever saw mum when i was young so did not realy now her .Dad was at work all the time so it was my nanny who looked after me .She was a 45 year old she gave me hand job when i was about 12 i had had a bath and she was drying me when she felt my little cock get hard .So she said whats this i was so shy she just held it in her hand and wanked. I put the first box on the bed and noted that it felt rather heavy.Inside were smaller packages that contained an entire outfit. Each clearplastic package had several numbers printed on them and they allcontained a matching bra and panty set, garter belt, stockings, a shirt,and pants.As we finished unpacking the first box, there were eight completeoutfits, all of them were casual, and some had long skirts with only twocontaining jeans.The second box contained twelve packages. Eight of these. I have a chance to remake the world, Linda. I have a chance to save everyone. They'll all be happy.”“What about you?” She rose to her feet. “You'll hate yourself if you do this.”“I know,” I said, my finger moving over YES“I'll always love you, but...” I gave her a helpless look. “I can't let anything stop me from remaking the world in my image.” I stared into her green eyes. She was so beautiful. God, she was just so gorgeous. As breathtaking as our wedding day.My finger.