My pants and boxer briefs go down in one swift motion, bunched up around my ankles. I sit down on the closed toilet seat and spread my thighs and legs...as wide as I can considering my feet are basically tied up. I can see the wet spot in my underwear. God, I'm already so wet. My head tips back, mouth open wide, and there are low moans escaping my throat (I hope no one hears). My hand feverously works my cunt. Its swollen to twice its regular size and its sopping wet. I'm so horny I barely know. I failed to touch my crotch though, as I didn't want something to start and have Sammi come out.Although, I did peck his cheek a few times and rub his leg. "Did you make love to her to console her?" In a nutshell, yes. As we cuddled, Sammie slowly pulled my face towards hers. We didn't say anything, but I still had a hard on and we just eyeballed each other for a few minutes. Over that time, I peeked at her lips a couple of times. I felt the lust between us and I was sure she did too, but I. I was thinking I should stop all this but I can’t….I was just flowing with him. He then brought his hands over my shoulders and pulled down my bra straps from my shoulder. I was going crazier. His dick was also fully aroused and though he was wearing jeans it was touching my panty through my open zip. He then removed my hands from bra straps and pulled entire bra.Now I was wearing my black top but no bra inside and my zip of jeans was open. He was wearing his jeans and nothing on top. My bra. In fact, everything that his mother had beenwearing at this moment, Carl was now wearing only in his size. All ofElizabeth Turner's clothes had been resized to fit Carl. But it waseven more than that. Anything that had been on his mother's body wasnow on his. He may have felt the earring in his ears, but the lipstickand eye shadow he couldn't tell without a mirror. He also didn't knowthat even the residue in his hair of his shampoo had been replaced withthe residue of his mother's shampoo..