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"At the Moretti-Benson residence, Klein, his brother, and Elizabeth sat on the sofa, chatting about returning to Tingen tomorrow. Melissa hadn't returned yet, and Klein had forgotten to look for her today. He decided to go after he was done with Elizabeth.
After all, he is a university professor and he is also good-looking. My sister must have many suitors. Finding someone who loves her can also ease her loneliness and not make her feel lonely.
"Elizabeth, have you told your parents?"
"I've already told you that I should take him back tomorrow to see if he's here to scam me."
"That's not bad. My brother's character is fine in this regard. If you've been wronged, you can come to me and Melissa. I'll help you teach him a lesson."
"Thank you, brother." Elizabeth said this, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Very good. You look a lot younger now. Klein, you need to work harder. I want to see the next generation soon."
"He tried very hard, and I will try hard too." Elizabeth felt a little embarrassed when she thought that she couldn't hold on halfway.
"Benson, take care of Enderlit and Ceria first. You're meddling too much."
"You've grown wings, haven't you? You actually talked back to your brother."
"Benson, how dare you bully the weak? I'll be rude to you later."
Klein dodged the newspaper Benson was pointing at, and the two began discussing right and wrong and status. Elizabeth looked at them helplessly.
The door opened and closed, and Melissa came back from outside. She was relieved to see the two brothers playing around, so she put her coat away and came over to talk for a few minutes.
"How can you still be so childish? You'll scare Elizabeth into not wanting to marry you."
"Benson is bullying the weak."
"Klein is disrespectful to his brother and has no respect for his elder brother."
Melissa felt helpless and had to take Elizabeth to the kitchen to help, and then left her niece and nephew to them.
After a day of communication, Hermann took Edwina's arm and held Tracy, who leaned against him with her right arm around his neck. Her plump, soft hips pressed against his arm, sinking into it, pulling her white dress up a little. Her face looked a little tired, and her eyes were still a little misty. The people around him didn't find it strange.
"Edwina, Tracy said you can do anything with her at home. Do you have any good ideas?"
"I recently read some information about cosplay. I think I can try it."
"We can change some of the costumes a bit. You're smart, Edwina."
Tracy, leaning helplessly, saw their affectionate expressions and instantly became furious. She wanted to move but found she had no strength. She'd been toyed with by them all day and it still hurt. It was just a few laughs, and they were still thinking about torturing herself tonight.
"I didn't say that, so it doesn't count. You've already toyed with me somewhere, it's invalid." She said in a sweet and somewhat powerless tone. At this moment, she looked unusually weak and beautiful.
"Really, Edwina? Why didn't we hear it?"
"Tracy said we could do whatever we wanted with her at home."
"You bully me again. I'll teach you a lesson later. I won't let you move or get out of bed." Tracy opened her mouth and bit German's neck. She happened to be leaning there.
"I don't know who is being held by me now, so delicate and weak."
Tracy weakly raised her fist to punch German, but found that she had no power at all. Instead, the two men burst into laughter, which made her feel embarrassed and annoyed.
"If you keep doing this, I'll let everyone laugh at you."
Tracy noticed the crowds of people leaving get off work around her, stopped fighting, and continued to lean there weakly.
At No. 47, Queen's Quarter, Audrey had been waiting here after seeing Dantes off. After a long time, Mrs. Hall, wearing a coat and nightgown, appeared on the stairs and cautiously called her daughter downstairs.
Audrey hurried upstairs after seeing her mother wake up, and the two of them sat together on the sofa in the second-floor lounge.
Mrs. Hall's hair was a little messy, and she carried a delicate fragrance. Her breasts, held high by her coat, were lifted. She was clearly flustered, not even paying attention to etiquette, and her eyes kept looking around. Then, with a serious expression, she spoke.
"Audrey, am I your mother?"
"Mom, what's wrong with you?"
"Are those things just now true? What happened between Dantes, you and me?" Mrs. Hall said, her face flushed.
"What happened just now?" Audrey looked confused, as if she really didn't understand anything.
Mrs. Hall didn't think too much and spoke anxiously:
"Then the medicine you gave me to drink, I'm really lactating now, please stop it immediately. What will I do if everyone finds out? How will I face people?"
She woke up as if she had just had an erotic dream, but when she touched her firm and full breasts, she found that they were indeed producing milk, which made her angry and annoyed.
"Don't worry, Mom. As long as you don't stimulate it, it won't secrete. Besides, it will restore your breast shape to a younger one. It will be fine in a few days. Remember to drink a cup of the secret medicine I prepared for you every day to keep it active."
"Get rid of this for me quickly. Don't you love your mother anymore?" Mrs. Hall was so anxious that she almost cried. Anyone could tell by the fragrance.
"Mom, I don't know how this magic will end. Just bear with it for a while and the effect will wear off. At worst, I can help you absorb it all every night."
"This is what you want, my slutty Audrey." Mrs. Hall said this unexpectedly, wanting to know what had just happened.
She touched the two honey holes below, which were a little wet, but there was no liquid left. The back had been clearly torn, but was now completely closed. Considering that her daughter could do magic, it was not impossible.
"Mom, what's wrong with you? Why do you say such things? Are you upset? If not, I will accompany you to relax recently."
Audrey's acting was pure and innocent, without any flaws, and she cleverly responded to Mrs. Hall's next words. Finally, Mrs. Hall reached down to examine her daughter.
"Mom, you're so embarrassing!"
She withdrew her hand. Her daughter's private parts were soft and firm, with no signs of exercise. Was she dreaming? She had actually had sex with her daughter's rumored boyfriend. She looked back at herself in the mirror, wearing a nightgown and a coat. She looked much younger, like a lady in her thirties.
She touched her face. Yes, it was true. Audrey hadn't reminded her of such an important thing. It seemed like she had been waiting for her.
Otherwise, her first reaction would definitely be to point out her own etiquette mistakes. Thinking of this, she sat down on the wool blanket below, covered her face and burst into tears.
I actually did all these things and was very happy. I even took the initiative to masturbate. When I thought about it, it was still reacting. What should I do? And why did Audrey become so lewd? She was obviously very obedient.
Audrey came in from outside and hugged her mother. She knew that being too concerned would make her confused, but it was not a big problem. She didn't expect women's intuition to be so scary.
"Mom, what's wrong with you?"
"Audrey, why didn't you stop me? I acted like that, how could I be worthy of your father?"
"Mom, look at me, you didn't. You just had a dream, a dream to relieve yourself of stress."
Audrey looked at Mrs. Hall, who steadied herself and sobbed as she held Audrey.
"No, it was a dream."
"Mom, are you still bloated and in pain?"
"I don't have this yet. It's so embarrassing. Hurry and get it back to me."
Audrey helped her mother to bed and she seemed to be back to her old self.
"It will be fine once the effect of the drug wears off. This is a side effect of rejuvenation. I'll help you absorb it."
After playing around for a while, Audrey buried her head in her mother's belly, trying to feel if there was any life emerging from it. She had to be wary of the mother tree's tricks. Mrs. Hall, believing Audrey hadn't grown up, sought comfort, holding her in her arms and humming a nursery rhyme, looking loving.