I learned I was a size 6. I learned the pleasure of having panties hug my slit and ride into my ass. I couldnt wait to get home. I tried on my lingeri... for an hour. I put every pair on, walked and saw myself in the mirror. I only had one bra, but I quickly learned I would need more and other options. Then I got dressed. I put my garters on and attached my stockings, I slipped on a matching thong. They didnt exactly match my bra, but they were close enough. I slipped a dress on and adjusted it,. ”He nodded. We reached our car. He unlocked it with his keychain remote. The trunk popped open. He threw my suitcase and carry on bag in there as I mulled over something. He edited me, so he must have edited our daughters.Did that change things?I pondered that question. The rest of the world would think it's wrong for a man to have sex with his daughters. I didn't, but he'd also changed me. I looked at it from a rational view. What did that mean?“So... did you change our daughters into your. "Hindu Indians are much more open, sexually, than most Americans. It was a calculated risk, but pretty much a sure thing." Okay, okay. You had it all thought out."The teen nodded. "Anyway, we became good friends since then." I could tell. The way you two were going at it was ... inspiring." Was your call over the intercom, just your way to get rid of Mira?" Oh no. I need you to go with me downstairs. We need to have a family meeting."This raised Katie's interest. Family meetings were few and. The futa I would spend the rest of my life with. I was so glad the futa-fairy answered my wish, gave me a clit-dick so I could make love to her. My pussy tightened on Keily's thrusting cock, her incestuous shaft plunging so deep into my snatch. The friction burned so hot through my sheath.I exploded.My pussy writhed about my sister's hot dick. I whimpered, my breasts heaving as I bucked and moaned. My hands squeezed her small titties hard. She groaned, nose twitching as she buried her futa-cock.