The laptop he was traveling with was gone, replaced instead with a small,hyper feminine hand bag. He immediately started digging through it'scontents,...shifting through loose pieces of paper, a small amount ofassorted makeup and hair clips, and a couple sanitary napkins andtampons. Finally he found a floral designed cell phone bag with what wasapparently his new phone and a couple pieces of ID.He was no longer Jeremy Stinton, but instead Jessica Stinton, age 14. Itwas a Stonefield High school. Soon I was jerking off again with my lovely naked daughter dancing prominently on my mind.Some minutes later I lay spent and was dozing off when a huge clap of thunder rattled the house. I heard a scream. It was Tina. She came running into my room."Dad, Dad, wake up!" she shook me awake. She had put on her robe, a short one that just barely covered her bum. "My window's smashed," she said.I went to inspect the damage. A branch had snapped in the high winds and fell through her window. The rain. Are you k**ding me? He's a teenage boy with a crush on you! A little bit of cuddling and kissing with you looking like this will make his whole day." I-I ... have to ... k-k-kiss him?" she stammered."You are un-fucking-believable, Mom. Is this Victorian England? ... Hello? ... He's my best friend and he thinks you're quite the Milf. ... You mean to tell me that you're so prissy and straight-laced that you won't let my friend have a couple of kisses? I don't believe this!"Robert was getting. You will obediently stay where I put you until I come foryou later. Is that understood, Daisy?" Ymhyp-mpm," she tried to answer with her cock gag still filling hermouth, and she nodded her head up and down several times to signal herunderstanding.Standing at the podium, I smiled as I looked out across the multi-purposeroom the Matriarchal Values Group, or MVG, had added a few years earlieras our organization and its goals began to grow earnestly in the late1990s. We had built the.