She groaned and cursed me for waking her up. But he was there to help her stand up and eased her to her feet. Walking ahead of them, I opened the door...and flipped on a light. Slipping out of my heels, I tossed them into the living room and showed him to her room. Placing her on the bed, I closed the door and we left her alone. Now we were alone. Truly alone. Nervous for the first time in a long time, my heart sped up. He closed his eyes as if he could hear my heart beating faster. A smile. She is not wearing much, killer heels, a skimpy black g-string, which is not visible, and a short blouse that highlights her glorious thighs and barely covers her wonderful, firm ass. I am standing behind her as we tongue kiss.“Sarah loves to have her ass worshipped,” I tell him as I turn her around and lift the blouse to expose her ass as we passionately tongue kiss. Her ass has never looked better I muse as I undo the clip on her g-string and it drops to her ankles.Just as we both hoped and. This all changed one day when I met up with the guy who sells me weed, Dan. I walked down to his place at about 10 pm. I went in the front door(he always left it open) and the entire house was full of girls. From girls who looked like they were 13 to women who were as old as my mother, and all were dressed in nearly nothing. A little confused, I go to the back living room.Dan is sitting on the coach smoking a packed pipe and there was a redhead sucking his dick. I'm shocked, Dan is not a. I shook my head. It was getting harder and harder to remember who, or what, I was. And I knew one slip could get me killed. I shuddered, but continued to read.0345 25 Aug Pulling on some clothing I headed for the refrigerator and some caffeine, sealing the cave as I left. The researcher had described my problem almost exactly; it was one of several in their study. And if the research was accurate, it meant that the changes would progress until I looked like a copy of my sister,.