Sonya and I fucked ALL night. Moaning and groaning without a care in the world. Coming more times than either of us could count. Kissing and crying an... laughing as our bodies exhausted themselves making up for all that lost time. We slept in until two in the afternoon the next day. Once again, it was over a hundred degrees out and, once again, I woke up already sweating. “Where’s our bloody air conditioning?!” Sonya whined. “Power’s out again. They’re supposed to have it finally fixed by next. With a sickening thud the sound cut off, only to be replaced by the sound of his mother screaming his father's name. Then that scream changed and this time he could almost taste the fear. This time the scream didn't so much end as die. He could almost see the massive jaws clutching at his mother's throat, tearing and rending the tender flesh, allowing the air a way out that didn't vibrate the vocal cords to make that screaming sound. The suddenly in-rushing blood foaming as it was forced out. Upstairs, Tommy was ordered to strip and the real transformation began.A specially-made padded corset was clipped around his waist and laced down until the edges met. By pulling some of his chest flesh up into the waiting cups, actual cleavage resulted. She skillfully applied some dark blusher to enhance the illusion.A flap, as well as six garters, still hung down from the foundation. The flap's use became apparent as the woman gently pressed his testicles up into their cavity, arranged his. Informing mum and myself that they'd probably leave around 10.30 to 11, Ileft them and headed for the bedroom to make my bed and start to unpack.I commenced making my mother's bed first and had just finished my ownwhen a tap on the door found Bernadette asking if she could help meunpack. Having recalled her comments last night I told her I was justabout to, when I asked her whose bedroom this was."It's going to be Bernadette's and yours" I heard my Aunt's voice informme as she walked into the.