There were people EVERYWHERE. I couldn’t turn around without bumping into someone. And ... I was being touched. Hands on my arms. Hands on my waist ...as someone would move me aside so that they could pass. Suddenly, I felt like I was suffocating. I pushed and shuffled and drove my body through the throngs of people, feeling more and more of their hands. Someone put a big, strong hand on my ass, but I didn’t turn to see who it was.The next room, through a set of open double doors, was still. The smell, the taste of Mom sent me out of my head, why had I waited. I needed to make up for lost time and Mom was helping, her legs were open and her pussy was waiting. I dived in. Mom had started screaming as soon as my lips touched hers and her ass lifted when I stuck my tongue up her cunt so I dragged a chair around to get a better angle. This wasn't going to be a one minute wonder, I settled in for the long haul.I got into a nice rhythm of working my finger in and out while sucking her. " I get it," Bob replied. "It's not a good wish, but I get it. Of all thethings you could wish for..." I know," Steve nodded. "If I was sober when I made the wish, I could berich right now. Or have a perfect physique. Or... actually... well, ifIwas sober I probably wouldn't have thrown the coin in in the firstplace..." Well, you're sober now. And so am I," Bob snapped. "Please tell me youremember where the wishing well was." Of course I do," Steve nodded. "Why? You want to try it? You've. My aunt's "not-really-hormones" were starting have an effect too. Therewas some softening of my body, but with no effect on my fitness orflexibility. My penis rarely got hard, but that was useful as I neededto tuck myself in public. And there was swelling in the chest which waseasier to ignore as a bra became a regular item of clothing.It was unimportant because Dan and I were winning. We won the next twocompetitions, clean sweeping all the dance styles, which is almostunheard of. But then.