I slowly looked up and she rose from the bed, staring at me nude. What was going on here!? Where did she get this strength!? Mom&hellip,&hellip,wha&he...llip,..what has happened to you? I said. I knew this was coming and I was being prepared. But now, you no longer will be able to take advantage of me. Please explain to me whats going on here. Where did you get such strength, and why did you get a massive make-over!? Are you trying to lead me on by looking more beautiful!? Transforming yourself. Giving my sleep-mussed curls one more rueful glance, I turned out the light and headed back to bed.Greg had turned on the small bedside lamp and was sprawled in the center of the bed, flat on his back with one knee bent toward the ceiling. He watched me with sleepy eyes as I climbed under the covers. He patted his chest in a familiar gesture and I snuggled up close, putting my head on his chest and curling one of my legs over his. Gently, he tousled my curls and massaged my scalp."You okay,. She looked at me sympathetically, but wasn't going to stop this.Again! Ahhhh.... no more. Please. I must have been near tears.I was pressed face down on the table. My breasts mashed on the surface, my poor nipples in agony. The weight and hands of the guest holding me firmly in place.Crack! I thrashed about, screaming. Then... nothing. Oh. The twenty were finished. Whew.A few moments of rest. Mistress was chatting with the guest. I just sucked on the plastic cock in my mouth.Mistress came over. On the way back, I considered how crazy this was, a day after my sixteenth birthday, sucking my two best friends. No girl should do that."You won't tell anybody about this will you?"They both looked sheepishly stunned. David croaked, "Are you nuts? Tell someone I let you suck my cock? No way!" Don't want to be thought of as gay," I said dryly. The stab further reddened his face;, Michael looked like he wanted to leave. I said to relax, and thanked them for letting me do this. Writing about it.