At least I think its his face, I can't see anything in the darkness. Oh my god it is his face, he just kissed my left nipple causing my pussy to conv...lse. What is he doing and why am I doing this. Without warning, I feel his hands start gently messaging my boobs. Damn, they haven't felt like this before, all tingly, warm, and excited. Uhoh, I feel something come alive between my legs, he is rubbing my crotch through my jeans. Why am I feeling like this, it's like I don't have control. Damn. I got the full details outof Graham and Brad. They'd actually planned this out pretty well. Theone thing they didn't anticipate was that you and I would spontaneouslystart lactating a very concentrated form of..." ...slave milk." I finished."Er, yes. Seems that their plan had two parts. First the fish give aform of mind control and start the physical changes in motion. Theircum gives them control for a longer period of time. What they didn'trealize was that while they were trying to. ’ He exerted just enough control over her to allow her to pick from the two options, and she chose the former, retreating into her bedroom. That suited Logan just fine. Moments late he was undressed and running his hands over his daughter’s body. ‘Should I call you dad, or do you prefer, Logan?’ she asked. ‘Sweetheart, you can call me whatever you like,’ he said. ‘Now, how about we get to making you a little sister?’ She giggled. ‘OK, daddy,’ she said, wrapping her arms around him. He grabbed. Talk about a reclamation project, I was it! But, Samantha Rubens, the girl's name that had signed me up the week before, didn't laugh at me. Turned out she was pretty good at this stuff, and was willing to be my partner for purposes of my private lessons with Mark Hodges, our common instructor. I couldn't have been happier. Mark was a great guy and, as I soon discovered, more than competent to teach a nothing like me the ropes, but he was definitely not a girl! Samantha was skinny and pretty.