She sat in front of the mirror looking at her blonde tresses thinking that she might have made a mistake in coloring her hair for this vacation. She h...rdly recognized the woman in the mirror thinking she looked like some addicted Marilyn Monroe fan with not a brain in her head.She mollified her self esteem by telling herself, “At least its real and not a wig like some of these middle-aged broads with a blonde hair and blue eyed fetish from childhood.”Trish hesitated to put on her. FINALLY! But now I’ve wasted enough time, dear Diary. I need to get on to the meat of my story, and boy, do I mean the MEAT! (That’s a pun, dear Diary!!!!) I have to tell you all how Daddy and Mommy helped me become a woman. Just listen to me, okay? Daddy has always been my hero (and Mommy, too!!). He’s so handsome, so kind to Mommy. I heard her once call him “my handsome stud”, and I didn’t know what that meant until last year -- I’m thirteen years old now, “well on my way to full. Jerome started to throat fuck her fast and hard. Chan started lightly slapping her clit. The pain between her legs, and the massive stretching in her throat somehow made her orgasm again. This time squirting Chan in the face. A few moments later Jerome blew a huge load down her throat as he went balls deep into her mouth. She found it hard to breath as his balls were covering her nostrils, but she was enjoying her orgasm. Then Chan lightly slapped her clit again making her orgasm last a little. He asked me what I thought of them. I said that we she keep an eye on them and maybe make a move later. I wasn't sure if Rob recognized Pammy, he didn't act like it. They probably only met each other once or twice when I was younger.I couldn't believe my luck, Pammy was here getting drunk and I was already drunk, I had so much liquid courage in me I knew I had to at least try to get in her pants tonight. Rob and I watched them drink a few glasses of wine and then I told Rob I was going to make.