What an idiot.Two teenage girls, now in the bodies of men twice our new size, with ashitload of alcohol at their disposal and no "true" adult to stop ...them.Good luck buddy. Maybe if you ask them real nicely they'll listen. Andmaybe, if you ask SUPER nice, they'll give us our bodies back. Ha! Notbloody likely.The motion of Ryan squeezing his new breasts and complaining about havingthem on his chest snapped me back into reality. "Yeah at least you gottits, man! I'm as flat as a board!Ryan cupped. Pushing the head in just a bit to rub her sparkling front teeth with the bulb, gently prying both of her lips up and down. Christine closed her eyes, began sucking on my tip with those marvelous lips of hers, making smacking-wet sounds. I could feel her tongue poking at the slit of my cock, as my legs rocked towards her and began to feel like gelatin about to melt. Give me strength, somebody. ‘Hold up a second.’ Stepping back, I took her hands in mine and lifted her up to take us to the middle. That's what I thought. Well, funny thing. I've been discovering that a lot of these guys are very...bi curious. They like me to include fantasy talk involving other men." "Okay...well what does that have to do with me mom? You guys do your dirty bi talk and I'm going to go into my room." She took off her coat, revealing the tight vinyl dress she had on. Her fingers fumbled with a pack of cigarettes as she sat down in the grey chair, placing one between her lips. "Well, hun, you didn't want. ”AJ squeezed more KY on his fingers. Reaching behindhimself, he fingered his hole. Turning gracefullyaway from Steve, he knelt on all fours and lookedbehind him with an invitation in his eyes and smile. When Steven O’Donnell saw Steve hesitate, he gave aloud order that startled the husband. “Mount him…fuck his little black pussy! God knows, he wants it.” Still wearing his housecoat, Steve dropped betweenthe black legs. Stroking his hard-on, he knee-walkedinto.