Personally, it didn't bother me. I was still in bed, fooling around when it happened. I'd just finished a little three-way tussle with my mother-in-la... Betty and my sister Patricia. The two of them had come into the tent complex with the intention of stripping the air mattresses and pillows of their linen so that they could do the laundry. In the end, I ended up stripping them.We didn't get into anything too kinky or elaborate. I did them both 'doggie' style; stroking my cock in and out of them. When I opened my eyes again, I was hanging in the middle of a smallroom with some kind of hood over my head. I knew it was a small roomall the same. I could judge the number of men in the room by the raspysounds of their breathing, and their echoes helped me sound out thesize of my apparent prison. Unfortunately, I also knew it was long pastsunrise.I knew because I was hanging there in front of my abductors, back in mymale body.Part of curse. Yeah, and part of my blessing."I know you," I heard. He had liked women's clothes, but had never understood fashion. But now, he was getting to be more of an expert in it. He could recognize the difference in types of skirts, knew the names of styles of dresses and women's pants, and even understood women's sizes now. He didn't remember her telling him these things, but they were part of his knowledge now. So she must have put them in his mind when he was under her spell. And this was exciting to him.* * *He showed up the next time even more. Although her bras were b cups, no one had ever thought she was anything but sexy since she started to develop. A thin, firm tummy, slender but nicely proportioned hips, shapely legs and what even John admitted was possibly the cutest ass in the world made her the kind of woman that caught everyone’s eye. Now 19, she was only getting more shapely, and sexier. Dressed in jeans, the powder blue school t-shirt worn for gym classes, and flip flops, she walked confidently ahead of her brother, who.