"We'll be. Going steady. Tomorrow ... whenweleave ... unnnggghhh" I grunted as my orgasm washed over me. It was pretty intense, from hours of neglect ...nd hardness."Good for you" she purred as she slowed down for a second for me to catch my breath. "I think you'll make a good fit, you're both very nice people and will treat each other right. What are her changes?" Don't know, her outfit doesn't reveal anything. But she looks younger, about 12, and is 3 inches shorter. I guess either her body. She's probablyPatty's mother, though I don't see much of a family resemblance. She'staller than Patty, but who isn't, ya' know. She's got normal sizebreasts, more like mine than Patty's ... above average. She looks likeshe was very pretty when she was younger. Slowly, she turns her head,seeing me."Hello. You must be Gretchen." Uhh, yeah ... I mean yes, I am ... I'm Gretchen ... Hobbes. That's my fatherin there." I point back towards the shop.She frowns then stands up. "We've met." She walks. Derek grabbed her shoulders and slowly pulled her back. She slowly slid back down his cock. As she took him in, Derek grabbed her hair and held her tight to her body until her pussy could stretch out and fit around his cock. She rotated her hips and twerked on his body. He thrusted slowly but deep. Together, their bodies worked in unison to draw all the cum from his testicles. She was in ecstasy. Though it was quick, she was loving the full feeling cumming multiple time on his cock. He pulled. She's quiet, and frail, but hasn't complained or fought back against any direction, no matter how senseless it may seem. She's only barely a woman, and appears to be classically a princess visage; blond hair, wavy and long. Pale, fair, and soft skin, though by now broken in by its first hardships, and blue eyes, as weary as her slowed movements. She's hardly moved the hood of her face, so anything specific has been obscured, let alone disrobing the cloak entirely. She seems sincerely concerned.