Did you have other plans?” “Not really, I was just taking it day by day.” “That’s the best way to manage all situations, day-by-day, hour-by...hour, or minute-by-minute.” I took a long sip of my wine, enjoying the warmth of the liquid on my tongue as I let it slide down the back of my throat. “Like cum,” I mused, “only a little thinner.” “Shall we go?” I asked my new admirer. “Go?” he appeared genuinely confused. “The bedroom is on the next level, dear. Are you ready?” “I’m, uh, yeah. Sure. I. "How was school sweetie?" she asked her father, sat on her bed using thecomputer."It was tolerable," he replied, "I have all your memories so it wasn'ttoo hard pretending to be you, it was just such a bizarre experiencebeing you!" I've quite enjoyed my day as the man of the house!" Hannah replied.She headed back into the master bedroom and checked in her father'sdrawer, where she'd stashed the coin the previous evening. Sure enoughthe coin was showing 4:03:49. '4 hours left as dad,' Hannah. "Todd crawled forward, and pushed his face against Mistress Elizabeth's crotch, under her raised skirt. Of course, she wore no panties, as usual during their sessions. He pressed his nose along the cleft of her pussy, breathing slowly out through his nose, warming her skin. He circled down and to the left, trailing the tip of his nose up the space between her thigh and her outer labia, then circling over her shaved mound. Then down to the right and up again, along the other thigh. He was about. Claire, who had been at the village hall for the initial preparations for the village fête, which would take place in six weeks’ time, came home to find the usual bills on the mat and a leaflet telling her how to get a much brighter smile and attract hordes of men. She shook her head. Silly fools, she thought. Then she saw the letter. She didn’t recognise the handwriting, and she slit it open to find out who it was from. Rick! Heavens, she thought, here go my good resolutions. With all the.