. all the usual teenage activitiesthat were adult-free zones.But each of our children were individuals and would react to anew person in the house dif...erently, so Anna and I spent a lot ofour time that weekend discussing their possible reactions andhow to deal with them.Andrew, our oldest at almost 18 and in his last year of highschool was possibly our greatest concern at that time. Not onlywas he a good scholar with an inquiring mind, but he was also atypical teenage boy with raging hormones.. .. I wanted to be included in your first time with Rafi and his with you. I felt betrayed by both of you, because it was ... different. It was supposed to be something that we did together, namely, you, me, and Rafi, but instead the two of you did it. I felt betrayed by him, because he was family and he was supposed to understand my feelings somehow. Not sure how, but he was. I felt betrayed by you, because this was something different, unique, if you will.“I didn’t care if you bedded a hundred. " Bert smiled weirdly. "That'swhy I'm checking it." Let me," Sam pleaded. "I love games." "Whatever you say." Bert stepped back and went over to the television. As\he changed it from Sam's movie to the ball game, he stared at the glow ofthe screen. As he moved his computer character over the screen, Sam'spolished fingers moved feverishly to keep the main character alive andsafe from its enemies. His eyes seem to see everything and his fingersmoved like they had a mind of their own.As Sam sat. Looking at my luscioustits in the mirror, I felt my cock begin to stir again. "Nowcame the finishing touch--the blouse that would both hide andreveal my breasts to the world. Once it was in place, MistressMaria entered my room and snapped her fingers. Barbie wasgone--Bob in her place within my mind. I stared at the reflectionin the mirror and--as it had every day for the past severalmonths--my cock shot its load into my panties at the sight of mytransformed self." The entertainment complete,.