When I removed my face from her breasts and sat up straight, Asha remained in the same position, leaning back with her face tilted upwards. I drank in...the sight of her bare chest and admired the smooth, dark skin of her chubby belly. Then my eyes drifted down even farther and nearly refused to believe what they saw."What the . . ." I said out loud without meaning to.Something long and hard was poking up against the fabric of Asha's pajama bottoms. Asha looked down and immediately realized what. I looked to my right. Mr. Bush was sitting in a big chair, watching TV. Some political debate was on. I smiled as Mrs. Bush grabbed my hand, and lead me down the hall. We stopped at her kitchen. Milla! Get me a beer. Tells those girls to be quite up stairs and take off that costume before your big fat tits fall out the top. Damn it!!! said Mr. Bush. What are you doing here? whispered Mrs. Bush. You better get that beer. I whispered. She smiled as she went toward the fridge. She then walked into. All the while his tongue's toying with mine, one hand tugging at my hair, the other pulling up the hem of my dress. His fingers draw different patterns and swirls on my thighs. I pull off his shirt with fervent desire. He smiles at how desperate I can get. He lifts my dress up over my head and the sudden contact of chilly breeze raises goosebumps on my skin. He first gets rid of his pants and then my remaining clothing. I feel my back hit the sand and his familiar weight on my body. I leave a. Bobby seemed to be thinking of what to say next but finally said “Mike was pretty freaked out. I thought it was cool.” This was going pretty well. Obviously he saw the opportunity the Pendant offered.I looked him in the eye and said “I have used it twice and it is way cool.” He looked around nervously before asking “You changed into a girl?” I nodded. “You got to see her tits?” I nodded “And touch them!” His eyes got big and again he looked around before asking “What else did you do?”I.