He is face down, his arm beneath the pillow which his face is resting on. She grins approvingly, enjoying the sight of her baby boy; his smooth and ha...irless body, wearing nothing but the tight pair of short black shorts she loves so much.Unable to resist, she slips out of her clothing. Her breasts spilling out of her bra and her very large and thick cock flopping out as she pulls down her panties. Softly, she climbs onto the bed. Her slim but toned body crawling over her sweet baby boy, her. I had snorted some crushed Ritalin some 20 minutes ago, combined with cheap vodka, and I was on my way to a good high, ready to get the party started. My sugarboy for the moment, a bouncer at a highscale club, had sneaked me in and the setting was sublime, leaving me soaring in my 10-inch heals. Leather coushes lines the walls, beautiful and rich people everywhere, most of them drunk on expensive spirits or high off cocaine or something else. I was in good company. If you want to party, and. "And we're..." she giggled, "we're looking forsome cute guys."The mental changes shot up the telepathic link. The basic transformationspell went with it, as if it were a radio carrier wave. The telepaths werehit full force with both. In the last seconds before they began totransform into silly female pinkskins, they broadcast it across the groupmind.Throughout the fleet, officers and men began to change by the tens, thehundreds, the thousands. A few, fortunately, had the time to. Truth is, we are usually pretty close. Mom shot us out in quick succession so Lily is only about a year and a half older than me. The family joke is that my dad waited the exact amount of time the doctor recommended before pouncing on mom again after she had Lily, and poof, here I am.“Sorry for being a jerk,” I murmured.“Sorry for the virgin jokes.”After an awkward silence, she asked, “What’s the deal with that by the way? Shouldn’t you be living it up and knee deep in girls. What’s the hold.