It wasn't.I remember that afternoon. My stomach knotted as though I was going to throw up. I felt a lead weight on my heart. Mostly, I felt despair. F...cked up again. The evidence was quite clear. "Clear," in fact, described the result perfectly. Virtually no detail at all in the negatives. Nothing. Zilch. Nothing I could salvage, even with the hardest highest-contrast paper I could find. It was hopeless. I felt like shit. Like failure. Dad wouldn't have approved, I'm sure of that.Just a fuckup.. In just a few minutes with her back now arched, her left hand on the back of my head gently pulling me into her, she came for the first time that evening.Mandy’s clit is extremely sensitive and after her first orgasm, it becomes almost too sensitive to touch. She says it’s almost “irritating.” So I knew it was time to explore her g-spot.I gently inserted first one, then two fingers and began my exploration. I know exactly where it is, so in about a minute her back was arched yet again, legs. "There is one other thing though." What's that?" asked Jo."If you become our mother ... does that mean that Ken and I ... that we'll be ... uh ... brother and sister?"Ken blanched and suddenly felt ill. He hadn't even thought about that. "Oh my god," he whispered, suddenly horrified.But Jo was smiling. "No," she said with a chuckle. "It doesn't work like that. You'll still be husband and wife and you'll still have the sexual hots for each other. And ... lucky you ... you'll get to experience. Labels don'tmatter, right? She noticed the dark, pointy nipples making themselvesvisible through the wifebeater Michelle on, and those lips that remindedof those tiny lips she saw in all of those pornos..."So you like what you see, huh?" Michelle said to break Sherri out ofher reverie. "That's a good thing I guess. Kinda hard to get withsomeone who would rather read the paper than...fuck. So, how didsomeone born a boy end up with a Jessica Rabbit body?"Sherri took a sip of the coffee cup.