My knees were sore. My thighs were sore and puffy and so were my hips. My chest seemed to protrude more too even though I had figured out that I was ...rowing real breasts, and I found tiny stitches in those places. The stitches in my eyes were in the creases but it looked like I had little ones out further too. My chin and cheeks looked different. My lips were swollen and the swelling didn't go down and I looked like I had Michelle Pfieffer's lips. Too sexy and pouty for a man I'd say. I had. Even though my cock was still as hard as a steel rod I was too dazed to even think about touching it, and I was way too stimulated to get to sleep so I just lay there staring up at the ceiling trying to process what I had just seen. About twenty minutes later, as I continued staring fixedly at the ceiling I heard the door to the room open and I heard Mike slink back in and slide into his bed.I didn't know what to say. I wouldn't have known where to start. But I felt vaguely guilty about. I heard his phone ring, surprised despite the fact that he'd had one ever since we'd gotten back. He pulled the tiny, black chrome device from his vest and looked at the caller I.D., a smile on his face."Hello, Bobby," he said and leaned into the phone so I couldn't hear; he'd already turned the volume on the speaker down to the point where all I could normally catch were stray words."Dad?" I asked quizzically and he nodded."Yes, we're on our way now," he spoke. "Of course, quite a few actually. "Sorry to break up the party, but I need a good cum too," Stacy said as she closed the door, stripping off her own bottoms and climbing up onto the bed. She scrambled up onto the bed and climbed over her sister, straddling her face and planted her pussy right on her sister's mouth. The cucumber was slit lodged in her tunnel and now that she her sister was lapping at her slit, it was starting to feel pretty good in there.Her cell phone rang and fortunately it was within reach because if it.