When we reached our old home town, it felt like old times checking into the usual hotel. It was two Christmases ago that I was last there, back when G...andpa was still alive. That meant it had also been two years since I’d been to my parents’ graves. I resolved to fix that.The surveillance op was being run by the hotel’s head of security, Colin, who was a former police officer. A former police officer who apparently wasn’t afraid of breaking and entering to plant a bug. Murph’s new ladyfriend,. I told her she was my personal little cock slut. I pulled my 8-in hard cock out of her slit and walked into my bedroom. I wanted my phone because I needed to video record my baby sister in her current condition. I couldn't find the fucking thing. I was in my room for probably 15 minutes. I walked back out and she was moaning. When I rounded the corner I literally froze and gasped. There was my 19-year-old daughter. On the table behind her just like I was. In her hand was a purple dildo and she. I watched as it began on my head as my hair began to grow out and it began to curl, as it grew to my shoulders changing from brown to ash blonde. Then it moved down to my face and I watched in the mirror as my face began to soften. I watched as my facial hair sucked back into my skin then my lips swelled up a little I watched, as my eyes changed from brown to blue. Then the tingle spread further down and I coughed and I heard my voice rise in octave to the sound of my mother?s voice. Then I. The scent of warmth and moisture between my legs made its way to John's nose, despite the pajama-bottoms' attempt to reign it. His nostrils flared, sampling it in combination with the juvenile fragrance of my perfume.His fingertips traced a spiral around my breast from the bottom, advancing a hair's breadth toward the nipple on each pass. My nipple throbbed, aching for its turn to be touched - even though it would have to feel the touch through the fabric. When his fingers reached the areola,.