And I am not long behind her from her finger play on my clit. What did I just do?Sarah kisses me deeply and I return it. Though I feel very guilty ab...ut all of this. She whispers in my ear, “Thank you, Lizzy, I have wanted this since we played at the park. Can we be friends, and not let anyone know about this?”I don’t know how to reply. Then I do. “Sarah, I have to tell my Daddy about this, me being bad this way and take whatever punishment he feels I deserve. I did like it all, it was. His wide, knobby knuckled fingers had been replacedwith slender bump-free fingers topped with very glossy painted nails thatextended a little past the tips. He bounced up and down in his chair alittle and despite the fact that his freedom was so restricted his littlebounces caused his new D-cup breasts to jiggle. It was such a strangefeeling that he stopped struggling and started examining what he couldsee of his new little 5'1" body. He was fascinated because when he wokeup he assumed that it. I stroked it in front of my face for a few moments closing my eyes at times, enjoying the sensations she was putting me through. In no time my dick was hard again, and she was already easily devouring every inch repeatedly. Pulling back and thrusting in again like it was nothing. As I lay there enjoying another fantastic blowjob, I continued to be in awe of her skill. Eventually she glanced up at me at one point and stopped what she was doing, as if she’d been caught in the act. She was clearly. "So the guys back home weren't your type?" No, they... Wait a minute. Don't you hand me that sympathy crap now." No sympathy. I'm just curious about what it takes to please a woman like you." Takes a hell of a lot more than you got, buster." No doubt. Though I've satisfied a woman or two in my time."Her eyes glittered. "Two? Let's not exaggerate. There's your mama and who else?"He pursed his lips. "Tough talk. I bet you scared the hell out of the good ole boys at the feed store. Meanwhile I was.