" I love you too, Wayne," she sobbed. "But ... the river ... how can Ilive without it." You can. You will. He curled up next to her and hugged her, so...bingwith her.Then Henri noticed something odd. He felt down and discovered that hisundersized penis was gone. He started taking off his sodden clothes, andsoon was naked. Looking down, he was clearly female in that area. Shenoticed some spots of blood down there, and then was hit by a cripplingcramp that caused her to fall back to the ground as. Sure, live squicks and slurps and sighs and moans would promote authenticity, but the reality is more:"Now over to your left side. More. More. Fine. Now move your arm. Move your fuckin' arm. Move your fuckin' arm so we can see her fuckin' tit. I wanna see her fuckin' tits, asshole, would you move your fuckin' arm?"You just started and you're ready to cum? Fuck. OK. Out. Condom off. Now stroke, stroke, and cum, dammit, cum. This ain't no masturbation flick, this is boy-girl sex. So cum, dammit.. She kissed me, her lips melting on mine. An incestuous thrill shot through me as her tongue thrust into my mouth. I groaned as her lips moved against mine. I squeezed my tits together and worked our tits up and down Daddy’s cock as we loved each other.Daddy groaned.He shifted.I shuddered, my nipples throbbing against Mom’s, my tongue dancing with hers. This was so wicked. My pussy grew hotter and hotter between my thighs as we woke up Daddy in style. He shifted, his legs moving. I caught his. ‘The delivery guy was cute,’ Danielle says. ‘He said they were from Ben Sheppard. Anyway, what’s the card say?’ The card. Oh, yes, the card. I find it in the stems, pull it out and open it. It read: ‘With apologizes for cancelling our date. – Ben Sheppard’ It’s written in his hand—an elegant and precise hand—in the same blue ink from the same crisp, fine point pen he used on his business card. ‘So who is Ben Sheppard?’ Danielle asks. ‘I have no idea,’ I say. I have no idea but all the doubts.