Oh God, how I envy yououou!"Buffy stuttered."M-mrs. Penshaw? Don't be silly, Dawn. This bimbo is Mrs. Penshaw?"The big blonde slut now twirled a stran... of her spectacular hairdo with her long nailed finger. She grinned widely."Oh sure, Buffy. It's me. Like, Lizzi, you know?"She grabbed her oversized melons and pushed them together with a giggle."See?" she beamed. "Oooooh, how I love my new titties!"She shook them and squeezed her thighs together as if on the brink of peeing."But you must see. Once they opened the trunk and found Sasha Dellinger inside, all myhopes of getting my old body back would be nothing more than idlewishes.The sound of a car door opening and closing was followed by a series ofquick footsteps that approached the rear of the sedan. I steeled myselffor the inevitable end of my flight, determined that I was going to runaway as soon as an opportunity presented itself.Even if that meant I'd have to live on the streets.The lip popped open and the harsh afternoon sun. I'll see how they taste later.Jake stepped up behind her, slid his dick into her pussy and started banging her hard right from the start. He did her pussy forcefully for a few minutes then switched upstairs to her ass-hole, drove his dick up there, and began doing her anally.“Ooh,” said Mel, “He is doing her your way, Suze!”“The layer cake,” Sue amplified.“Yes that,” Mel acknowledged.“Hey,” Jake objected, “I don't mind having an audience but you lot are starting to distract me.”“Nothing can. “Are you okay, did I hurt you, I’m so sorry.” The thoughts in my head are completely irrational. I know they are. It’s not anything you’ve done or said. There are no marks on me exposing a wound. There is just emotion. “Please talk to me, what did I do?” With tears in my eyes all I can do is press my head against your chest. “…hold me” is all I can mutter as tears start to leave their wet trail down my cheeks. “Oh, Michelle, I’m so sorry, please talk to me, tell me what’s wrong.” I say.