<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Sekrit/faith_zpsvtmmwkjq.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Faith Mercer<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Diner<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Hoodie, jeans, trainers<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Andrea, Open<br/><hr/>Despite everything, how good it felt and how, by any measure, it would be better to have her new mommy instead of the old one, Faith still tried to fight it. For all her faults - or perhaps, as part of her faults - she was stubborn, suspicious and driven to question pretty much everything. Traits that were good for the few times she was actually allowed to pursue her chosen career, but also things that made this process harder, including for herself.<br/>"W-what's happening?" She repeated, unable to stop the soft, whimpered 'mommy' that followed it as her mind tried to pull itself back together, Andrea having slipped in and claimed that place in her mind. There had been another, different woman that had raised her, but she had been harsh, unaccepting, judgemental.<br/>Andrea's gentle words and touches and soft breasts had taken the place of mother away from that other woman, although Faith was only vaguely aware that any change had happened mentally, more concerned with the physical alterations.<br/><br/>But, physically, she couldn't take much more, each push of Andrea's fingers triggering another groan or gasp, and the breasts against hers and the lips on her neck making her moan softly as her body shook and trembled and edged closer and closer to release.<br/>Until her quivering sex spasmed and clenched around the fingers of the woman she was fairly sure was her mother. "Mommy ..." She whined before her climax robbed her of the ability to speak coherently, at least for a little while.<br/>Spent and trembling, Faith all but collapsed forwards onto Andrea's chest.