Ihre Mutter starb als sie gerade einmal das Laufen gelernt hatte und so störte sie sich nicht wirklich daran, dass nur sie und ihr Vater zusammen dor... lebten- sie konnte sich ja nicht mal mehr an ihre Mutter erinnern. Nur die wenigen Fotos die Papa von ihr hatte erinnerten sie daran, dass sie überhaupt eine Mutter hatte. Nach dem Tod ihrer Mutter musste ihr Vater natürlich umso härter arbeiten und seitdem auch immer öfter auf Geschäftsreisen gehen. Oftmals war er tagelang, manchmal sogar eine. It had to be a daydream; my own perverted daydream.Then Sara sat up and looked at me."Mr. B" she said."Huh? I mean yes Sara?" I was obviously lost.Sara gave me a coy smile and said, "This might seem a little strange, but it feels kind of weird being the only one naked."I took a sad but relieved sigh, thinking she would be getting dressed and lessening the tension."Would you be naked too?"Huh? What? Where? I didn't just hear that. No way, that can't happen!"I don't know Sara." I replied, trying. Once inside, the blonde pushed Amy Jo into a vacant stall, closed the door, and said, "Okay you little slut, open up your blouse and let me see your tits! Amy Jo unbuttoned her blouse exposing her low cut bra and bulging breasts to the hungry eyes of the blonde dom, who reached out and began pinching and pulled on her nipples through the lace cups. Amy Jo gasped, from both the pain and excitement of having her boobs mauled by the strange blonde lesbian! "Ya like that, huh," she asked in. "So...what do you want to be? Blonde, brunette or something else?"Savannah asked, moving away to examine some of the wigs on the wall."Blonde I guess," Evan answered, shrugging his shoulders. "Since that'smy hair color already...it'll probably just make things easier," hesaid, as he quickly ran a hand over his hair.Savannah turned and glanced up at Evan. "What color is your hairanyway?" she asked, raising an eyebrow."This," he replied, pointing at his hair, as if he was stating theobvious.Even.