"Why of course!" the strange woman grinned. "Cheerleaders always wearskirts!"Dylan let out a cry and his hands shot down to his groin. "Not that!" h...ecried as he desperately tried to the reason with the strange woman. "I'msorry we were dicks!" he shouted, his friends all joining in.Misty stood there and watched as all of the boys started to change, theirfaces becoming more feminine, their hair being pulled and twisted intovarious pigtails and ponytails, light makeup appearing on their. Her eyes were fixated on my crotch, she was biting her lower lip and her hand began to wonder towards her cunt, this tipped me over the edge."Mom..i...am.... i am going to finish" I firmly held my cock - thrusted my body back and let the cum shoot out all over the floor, some of it landed on my mother's magazin and deckchair. As I was standing there with my yet semi hard cock in my hand, trying to catch a breath from that mind blowing orgasm, the last few drops of semen leaked out of my cock.. .. She decided to test it out, and inserted the knife blade, then turned. The door opened, spilling out the bright light, so she waited for her eyes to adjust, then looked inside.It was just as before: the laden shelves, the bags on the floor, the chest of drawers.The drawers had an envelope lying on top. Suspicious, she opened the envelope and found the same letter as before.It was the same blasted room! Dammit to hell, she told herself. I must have got turned round in the dark, and found. Wish me luck.’ He took his time strolling the few yards up to where she sat, felt even more intimidated when she failed to look up. ‘Congratulations. That was some fine lifting.’ She thanked him, then quickly turned around to receive more kudos from another admirer, another young woman who had approached her from the rear. Dan stood there with his hands still stuffed in his pockets, watching them banter, feeling more and more like the guest who had overstayed his welcome. He wanted to follow.