She was flushed around her face and giggly, her movements not quite steady or coordinated."Having fun babe?" I asked her, rubbing her back affectionat...ly."Oh yeah," she giggled, giving me a sloppy kiss on the lips, a little bit more than normal affection. I smiled inwardly. One effect that booze had on Maureen was to make her extremely horny, something that I planned to take advantage of when we got home.We won the first game of eight ball quite easily since our opponents were drunk. Maureen. I gasped and moaned as I felt a different type of pleasure fill me up as her finger entered my hole. She slowly whispered to me, “ever wondered what it’s like to be a girl?”“H-huh?” I said weakly. I looked down, but her hair had gotten in my face. I whipped my head to move it and strained my eyes against the darkness. Immediately, I knew that something was wrong. The first thing I noticed was my chest – there was no mistaking that I had somehow grown breasts! A deep sense of horror pierced my. Margie was amazed at how Ellie had found the key to her most sensitive parts. It took her a moment before recalling that only moments earlier she had done essentially the same thing to Ellie. So Margie tried grinding her hips against Ellie's, and Ellie rocked back, eventually settling on the bed, sitting on her heels. This allowed her to set the stage whereby she was able to intertwine their legs.With Margie's arousal continuing to rise, it wasn't long before she found herself rubbing against. The question is, will you do as I ask? Will you give yourself, sexually for the night, to another man if I ask you to? This is not hypothetical. I would not suggest this if I did not trust the man with you. I trust him completely with you. But keep in mind those words I used: sexually, for the night.”Her face did not show pleasure or confidence, she was in fact pissed with me. So I said one more thing.“Do you know the ‘Story of O,’ the book or either movie? There is a critical line in the.