I wrote thisparticular one around five or six years ago. I wrote this one by takingthe story from project Gutenberg archive and giving it TG theme.The...Real PrincessThere was once a Prince who wished to marry a Princess; but then shemust be a real Princess. He travelled all over the world in hopes offinding such a lady; but there was always something wrong. Princesseshe found in plenty; but whether they were real Princesses it wasimpossible for him to decide, for now one thing, now another,. She grinned at his obvious excitement and knew he had peeked. "Were you a good boy or did you peek?" she asked as they walked back out onto the river walk. Bruce wasn't entirely sure what the right answer was, but knew he had been set up so answered truthfully. "If it is a bad boy you want tonight, I must admit I peeked." He wrapped his arm around her and felt the soft mound of her breast press against his side. Heather wrapped her arm around his waist as they walked down to the edge of the. “Come with me, Miss O’Farrell,” she said and led the way to the examination rooms in the back. I was a bit slow to follow her, as the girls didn’t take long steps yet and they disliked being carried.“The doctor will see all of you shortly,” the nurse told me after taking the usual readings, but she wasn’t sure what to check the girls for, settling for just checking their temperatures. Dr. O’Brien arrived shortly after she left.“More surprises!” the doctor said on entering and spent a short time. She knew better than to complain once I took that tone of voice. "Yes sir, I'll make an appointment in the morning." Don't forget to take those photos I cut out, I want your hair to look like that and I want that shade of deep red OK? Now, why don't you suck me off and enjoy your last blow job with long hair!" As I watched mom's head going in and out in my lap I thought about all the changes I had made in her. Besides the fact that she now sucked and fucked on command, not only me but who ever.