Well-shaped from what I could tell, large breasts, narrow waist. Great. But this was the wrong body for me. I should be-- what? It was only then I rea...ized that I didn't know what I was supposed to look like. I had no idea whatsoever. All I could tell was that this body was unfamiliar. Not better nor worse than what it should have been, but different. What _was_ I supposed to look like, anyway?I stood, and thought, and thought, and thought. Nothing. Finally I decided that standing naked in a. " He can put it to Lorena, if he wants to," Glynn went on. "But not until he comes. That ought to go in you, mom. When I see that he's coming, then I'll come over and wait to get my prick back in you while you're still hot and squirming."She said throatily, "We'll do it, lover; it's a wonderful way to start the evening, and besides, I'm just as anxious to see your father squeeze all that huge meat of his into his daughter's small box. Your sister must really love prick, to take so much of it". He told me it was good sexand she always put out. Every time I pictured myself doing that, I couldfeel my cock start to get hard.That night, I pulled out the butt plug and put it on my dresser. Then Ijumped in bed wearing nothing but my panties. I laid back, spread my legs,reached into my panties and started to finger myself. It was warm and wetand it felt great. I sniffed my finger and just like the story said, itsmelled like floral douche. I smiled and drifted off to. "Heather said nothing in reply.Diane sighed. "All right. If you really don't want to talk to me, then I'll just leave, okay?"She started to turn away, her heart thumping. As she had ardently hoped, Heather rushed over and stopped her."What?" Diane asked, trying to sound casual and indifferent, but there was some measure of hope in her voice."I never said that," Heather said in a softer tone. "Don't go, please."Diane made an attempt to sound dramatic again as she sighed, but she managed it only.