... bacon frying? What the hell? I had not smelled that for years, not since my mother cooked it for me. I never ate anything heavy for breakfast, usu...lly grapefruit and some extracted apple juice.I got out of bed and stumbled into the living room. It was my parents' home, all right. My dad was sitting there reading the morning paper, just as he always did.When he spotted me, he said, "Hey, bud, I was just coming to wake you up."I looked at him blankly, and asked, "What's going on?"He regarded. It consisted of a small bowl of oatmeal, about two tablespoons, with brown sugar on, and a small glass of luke-warm milk.I stared at it. Millie understood right away, "I know you didn't like milk, but that was your old body. Diane told us you were allergic, but that, it is no longer the case. Could you pretty please try it for me?"She was so nice to me, and as much as I hated the stuff, for her I resolved to give it a shot, hell Diane may have made it so this body liked it for all I knew. I. She pulled my cock out of her pussy and stuck it in her ass she said how is that? I said that is much better and she agreed, she said it doesn’t look like that little cock of yours fits in my pussy very well anymore. I guess I have graduated up to a man’s cock now. I just kept fucking her ass hoping he wasn’t going to be fucking her ass as well and stretch it out. She must have been reading my mind because she said; I’m not going to let him fuck me in the ass any more because he is to big for. Won't you, darling?"Jennifer had nodded, still crying, and the cop had given up. He'd made her say out loud, however, that she had lied about accusing Bob of rape, resulting in her blubbering about how sorry she was.While the policeman called in with the results of his investigation, Susan had motioned Jennifer closer to the bed."Did you really ride the bike by yourself?" she had asked.That was the last thing in the world Jennifer had thought her mother would focus on, and it had shocked her.