New Dawn, New Reality

As much as he wanted to ask what the hell just happened to Gary, Jackie is still wielding the gun and has a bit of a crazed look on her face. Not one to pick a fight with someone packing the ability to change you into some sexed up cliche, Mark decided to follow her suit and head back up stairs with her . The two of you crawl into bed, and quickly asleep.

The early morning sun coming through the blinds woke Mark up, and he was very happy to find Jackie still in his arms, with his hands cupping her large breasts. As his eyes adjusted to daylight, he saw that Jackie had left the gun on her bedside table. Moving as quietly and gently as possible, he reached over and grabbed it, and hid it under his pillow. The timing couldn't have been more perfect. As soon as you had concealed the gun, Jackie stirred.

"Mmm....good morning baby. Did you sleep well?" She purred.

"I'm not sure I've ever slept better." And that's the truth, despite the insanity from last night, and how things ended with her father last night, you slept incredibly well.

"Me neither." Jackie said as she stood and stretched.

"I felt so good sleeping next to you. I'm still not sure what I was before I became well...this." She said as she gestured to her nude figure. "And honestly, at this point, I think I'm pretty happy as I am now. I've got a great career ahead of me once I finish getting my MBA, I love my current job of stripping. And most importantly, I've now got a great husband who fucks me into comas regularly. And I happen to live next door to my family. I couldn't be happier. You and that gun made this possible, I think I am going to give you a little reward."

"Speaking of family..." Mark's attempt to bring up last night is cut off as Jackie throws back the sheets. "Ooohh..." Rolling his eyes into the back of his skull, Mark surrenders himself to the sensation of his new wife's efforts of quickly bringing his cock to full strength and began to give a glorious, wet blowjob, as she stared up at him.

Hearing his groan, Jackie redoubles her effort, her mouth flying up and down on Mark's dick, until he erupted in her mouth. Despite what feels like a massive load, she doesn't spill a drop. "MMmmm...you eat a lot of fruit, don't you honey?" All Mark can do is nod at that. "So, about last night," she continues. "What do you remember about the person who was at the door last night?

"Your father, Gary, was at the door, pissed off and drunk. He was upset about the noise you..."

"We. We were making that noise. Don't put that all on me." Jackie jokingly objects.

"Yes, sorry. The noise WE were making. He was screaming and yelling, then you came out and blasted him with the gun with the barrel flush with my arm. The weird thing is, now that I'm really thinking about it, that memory is running parallel in my mind with another one, and Gary is starting to drift away and be replaced with...Gwen?"

"Okay, yeah, that's what I've been going through too. My memory of my dad is starting to change, here's what I remember..."