"I say, "I don't know If I can or not. I don't want Bill to be my father at all. I hate that guy and I'm sick of looking at him in my body!" Margaret ...macks me. "Be nice, young lady," she says. "That man was my husband before his body was stolen from him." Too shocked to be angry, I apologize to her. But the shock doesn't last long. "Why didn't you just use the medallion to change him back to a guy using his own clothes instead of ruining out lives?" I ask.She sighs and is lost in thought for a. “OH WOW, MOM!” Danny exclaimed excitedly. “I love you kissing my ass! I love what you’re doing to my ass! It feels so ficking good, mom! Feels so fucking good!”Danny’s enjoyment of hi smother licking his asshole motivated Karen to continue licking and even sucking her son’s ass The hearty flavor her son’s asshole had was very pleasing and delicious to her. She continued to lick very earnestly and hungrily as her own son’s filthy language was all she needed to motivate her to lick even. Somehow, impossibly, she had a pair of herown tits, and an admittedly attractive little figure. Hadn't shefantasized about what it was like to be a girl? For as long as shecould remember? This entire, unbelievable situation was almost verbatimwhat she'd described to Victoria, a year ago. This was a once in alifetime experience.The butterflies returned. She inhabited a lithe, soft little body, withperky tits and sensitive skin. She still had her dick, and even if itdidn't seem to be working. We’d had a long drive to the airport and I was bushed and said I’d probably sleep for the entire 5 hour flight. As it happens, although I’d put dark glasses on, for some reason, I couldn’t get off but kept my eyes closed anyway and she was sure I was asleep. I felt her move next to me and just cracked one eye open and saw the guy sitting next to her having a feel of her tits. Should I tackle her about it or see what happened? I stayed still.Next thing, she got up and I heard her tell him she.