That's when I suggested to just go to my house which we both felt was risky. I figured that way we would have access to food, alcohol, and cannabis. I... our conversations over the last several months she told me she loved weed but her husband was not into it so she rarely smoked any. Well I just so happened to always have a nice variety of top quality flower and she was all in. On the drive to my house which was just under 30 min, we couldn't keep our hands off each other as she removed her. Something's wrong." Tim." Hmmm?" Tim brought her eyes up, they were blue. Not the same blue asBobbie's; a deeper blue, a darker blue shot through with tiny purpleflecks."Oh, shit," Kim said."What?" Bobbie asked."Everything just changed. He's all..." You're pretty," Tim said, with a giggle that bordered on impossiblycute."I don't..." Kim gasped. Tim's hair started to lighten, the dark streaksof the extensions holding their color to the bitter end. They, toochanged to the golden blonde that was. I lowered myself to the bed, lying flat on my tummy with my legs together, my arse quivering as the plastic cock continued to vibrate inside me. My panties were still around my ankles, and my face was right next to the dirty black panties. Gasping to catch my breath, I stared vacantly at the whiteglobules of spunk coating their crotch, a reminder of my little brother’s recent jerking session where I lay.I felt a sudden wave of guilt pass through me. It had been wrong to fantasize about my own. " I don't how she did that, but I am glad she did. I amalso glad he wore a T-shirt, jeans and running shoes.The parade was about to start. I felt woozy and crampy. I thought Icould last. I was sipping on cool water. It seemed to help. I had movedmy car into position. I started to roll forward. I got a hundred feet.I got major cramps. I hit the breaks and put the car in park. I had ahard time seeing. I was crying out in pain. Then Larry was at my side.He asked, "Hey Bobbie? What is wrong?"I.