How could you not want Faith to be a permanent part of our lives, even if it’s only when she can carve out a little free time? Call her already!”�...�Okay, okay. I will.”“I can’t believe how absolutely ravishing you are.”“Oh, please. I get professionally tarted up every single day. I can do this in my sleep. In fact, I’m pretty sure I have.”“I’ve seen plenty of photos, and I’m telling you this isn’t that. This isn’t just you with killer clothes, amazing jewelry, and perfect makeup. This is special.. That is a problem to be considered. Owning a milkcow is a responsibility. One that I enjoy. All this goes through my mind asI am milking her. I finish milking her and put her milk into the refrigerator. Then go and getdressed for our outing. After I am dressed, I put together a light picnic lunchfor myself with something extra for each of my pets. Opening the garage door, I grab the leashes and signal for my pets to followme. They bound eagerly into the garage where I open the side door on the. Daddy also pulled his shorts a little down and held his shaft vertically up to enter in my slippery vagina. I saw mom sleeping and snoring and started fucking hard. With mom lying besides us, we turned on so quickly and reached our climax in few minutes. Daddy had cum in my pussy very quietly without moaning and I also squirted my juice around daddy’s mystical shaft while pressing my loin forcefully against his penis. The pleasure of fucking my daddy in the presence of my mom sleeping alongside. You had tofuck her, didn't you? There's a memory I can't shift - fucking my ownmother - thanks for that. Fascinating this really, I seem to be able toremember everything of my old life as Charmaine and all of your oldlife as William. Must be something to do with your much-prizedintellect, Mr Mensa. See where that's got you now?" Please, please help me," I wailed through tears, "don't you love me,please be with me?" Shut up," he hissed and grabbed me by the shoulders, then more quietlybut still.