She went to the fridge and pulled out a whisky glass and gave it to me. It was a quarter full of cum. “Your forfeit baby,” Sara smiled, “Joe le...t this for you.” Sara took me upstairs and told me to strip naked, she got her camera and started filming and told me to drink Joe’s cum from the glass. My dick was stiff and I could feel pre cum oozing from it. She filmed as I drank the cum and emptied the glass. “Make sure that you use your tongue and get every drop,” Sara whispered, “you must not. She hooked her thumbs in the triple strings and pushed down revealing a nicely trimmed triangular patch of brown pubic hair that was perfectly covered by that white material. After a moment for me to look, mom then lowered them further until they were at her knees. From there they fell down around her ankles where she stepped out of them.Mom then walked toward me in my bed; she opened the covers, and lay next to me. I was too scared to touch her so she herself placed my hand on her breast. I. .. I want him. Oh... I need him.I find, an all-red underwear set, sheer stockings, and amatching black dress and heels.I put them on, the fun's just started.I feel my body becoming slimmer, smoother, lighter. My buttswells, my hips broaden, my tits push out, my dick - well Idon't need it anymore do I?I feel my dark hair just... flow down my back, and Ijust... know I look sexy.I need to.I phone him up. That's another weird thing, I can onlyremember his number when I'm like this.So, half an hour. In my fantasy Becky came down disappointed and unsatisfied that her older lover had fallen asleep on her and she was so turned on and frustrated that she asked me to help finish her off. Of course after I eagerly licked her out she offered to return the favor. I was just savoring the blissful orgasmic convolutions Id teased my body into when Id realized Id made a mess of Beckys couch and went to clean it up and ran right into Mister Font who must have been watching me. For his part he was.