They pulled away from each other and then looked at one another and began to kiss passionately. She reached up, tore off his jacket, and began to move...towards her bed. Their kissing was so heated, the breath was being taken out of the other’s mouth and their lips were moist with the effort. Claire’s shirt was undone and then Chris took it off. He threw it indifferently onto the floor. Claire was so filled with desire, her emotions were feeding her this wild surge of adrenaline and sexual. The play clock was ticking down, their urgency became insistent. I was resolute. My hubby quickly removed his jersey and tossed it to me. I pulled it on quickly. We all simultaneously turned and watched the play: 3-2-1; delay of game, five-yard penalty. All heads swiveled back to me and focused on me intently. Somehow the penalty was my fault. A tribute to the football gods was necessary. I scanned each face for leniency. Clearly we needed more team spirit and my hubby’s gesture was not enough.. She gulped as Eva's father pushed her back into her chair and let his hands wander. "Not again," she begged. "Please and ... oh's that great!" He chuckled.I looked at Maisie, already dragging her partner towards the door and then caught sight of an almost-naked Rebecca, dressed in just suspenders, stockings and a holding a pink dildo in her hand. She smiled at Eva's squirming brother as she slotted her six-inch dong into a harness and giggled as his eyes widened. "I know just what you like,". At that, his hair started to sprout out of his head, down, past hisshoulders, to his upper back.--There, how does that feel? Next, let's do the face.And his face felt like it was melting, becoming that of...Angela's!--Well, by now you can figure out what I'm dong to you. Yep. You willnow have the humility of people staring at YOU! Haha! Next, that voiceis wayy too low...And his voice cracked, becoming a high alto sound, just like Angela's."M... My... my voice? What's happening? I... I feel so.