Miss Cara pauses before answering. She looks over at Stacy with a smile, knowing every second is agonizingly awkward for her. "We're wonderful thanks,...how are you?" Cara replies, playfully. Oh come on! What is she doing!? "I'm great thanks! Can I get you ladies another drink?" "Oh, I don't know. What do you think Stacy?" Cara asks, perfectly pretending nothing is going on. Stacy wriggles uncomfortably under the table. She feels far too disoriented and aroused to speak normally. Just say yes.. As they lay next to each other under the covers, Liz’s thoughts once again turned to her father’s huge cock. The first time that had happened since she had heard of her parent’s deaths. She began to cry, not even entirely sure why, and began to regret never telling her father how she felt about him. Even though it was wrong, Liz knew she wished she had told him. Maybe it would have taken away the tension she felt between them for the last few months of his life, or who knows? Maybe her father. He felt his clothes change first. Hewasn't able to tear his eyes from the screen, but could see his pantschange, shrinking and melding, eventually becoming a micro-mini skirt. Hefelt his shirt change into a billowy, softer fabric and assumed it to nowbe a blouse. He felt his socks change to nylons and slide up his legs. Atthe same time, he felt his ankles stretched out as his tennies were changedinto heels. Then his underwear changed, his loose boxers shrinking andreforming into a tight. At the festival, I bought some wine and a hideously tacky antique carousel horse for Gloria. I had it shipped overnight.Now, I was planning an early evening of sin. After we all spewed hot spunk as deeply as possible, Baby was going to plug and save his for the twins - I was hoping to turn them into jizz-addicted deviants - and Bunny was going to sit on my mouth while Greedy and Baby cleaned my dick and ass.I was not happy, therefore, when we arrived to find Mom, Dad and Marie waiting for us..