She was thinking of her finger covered with her spit that touched John. Then there was a dull ache all over her bones and her breathing was much shall...w. She opened her eyes.John was in the mirror looking back at her. She had turned into John. She was scared, she touched her face and the image of John in the mirror did the same. She looked down. She was wearing the same pajamas, as John and her hands were his. A million thoughts went through her mind. The chameleon. John had given her the power. She had a tiny waist, well-boned in I was sure, flaring hips and long legs."Good of you, ' she said quietly, holding my eyes steadily."My pleasure," I replied, feeling my blood warm. She was a woman who exuded confidence as well as beauty. She tucked her hand in the crook of my arm and led me down the stairs and out the front door to her lacquered carriage which stood near the mounting stone."Nice looking pair," I said, unconsciously thinking about her chest while I assessed her horses.She. "And it feels fantastic!" Ashley said though her pants. "Damn, she really knows what she's doing." Can I try?" Rita asked Jenny.Derrick caught what Jenny replied."Get your own fucking pussy," she said. "There are a bunch of them here."In a flash, Michelle's boy shorts hit the floor and she walked over to stand beside Ashley. Rita wasted no time in burying her face between Michelle's parted legs."How about you, Cassie?" Sahara asked with a smile. "I'm willing if you are."Cassie struggled a bit. So, why did you put your pants on and leave before Meagan had a chance to tell you good night?" If I had tried to go into any other room of the house to jack off, I'd have started cumming almost as soon as Meagan was out of sight. Either walking into the hall or going down the stairs to the basement would have caused an immediate explosion of cum. The same thing would have happened if Meagan had left the kitchen. The only way to keep from making a mess in your house was to put my pants on in.