”“You recognize it then?”“What do you mean?”“Do you recognize who it looks like?”“No, Should I?” I lied. “I gave the surgeon a pho...o of Lyn’s pussy. You once told me that Marg’s pussy looked a lot like Lyn’s. If I had a photo of hers I would have given it to the surgeon.” “Why would you do that? It sounds sick to me.” “I want you to have everything that you want. I can’t be Marg but I can have her pussy or at least one that looks like it.”“I don’t know what to say? You’re a sick fucker.”“Yep,. “Ma’am, I feel very, very lucky.”She just laughed. “Yes sweetie, you are a very lucky mom.” as she wiped her shoe soles dry on my cheeks. Oh that comes naturally to her - to wipe her shoe soles dry on my cheeks after I had licked them clean with my loving tongue. Ok, that is what my cheeks are for. I hope my cheeks were clean for her shoe soles. Next time she is coming in, I better make sure they are clean.As she walked into the room, I crawled behind with my eyes on her shapely behind. T I. Mingh was relieved that her daughter was accepting her new surroundings. They watched lots of television to get the pronunciation right. The most baffling thing to get used to was the slang and jokes. What the hell was "Elvis has left the building?" The term "bad" seemed baffling the way it was used.The more comfortable that Lynn got with her surroundings, the less Mingh felt comfortable with their new family. Joe seemed to be changing. He had been reasonably attentive when they first married.. ‘Sure, that makes it easy.’ She turned on the ceramic jug and pulled out some mugs and sugar, then leaned back against the bench waiting for the water to boil. ‘Nice place you have here.’ ‘Thanks.’ Nazareth looked back towards the living area. ‘Is that…’ He shook his head trying to remember. ‘Paul McCobb?’ Els laughed. ‘I wish. It looks pretty good huh? It’s a reproduction piece.’ She crossed her arms. ‘Impressive Nazareth, what else can you tell me?’ A wry grin tugged at his lips. Probably not.