For what had to be the hundredth time, I reached up and ran my fingersthrough my hair. It had darkened to the point where it was almost black,where i... was nearly the same shade as Aunt Dora's, and it had grownlonger, so that it now hung down past my shoulders. In addition, my hairnow felt soft and silky, almost like it had come from some woman in ashampoo commercial.And then there was my skin, which had changed a little more from when I'dfirst woken up. Every scar that I'd once had, along. I got up and got behind Liz taking off her Purple Tripp pants. The little slut wore no panties either. I rubbed the head of my slick cock up and down her wet slit a few times before I pushed the head of my dick into her tight twat. MMMMhhhhhhhhmmmmmmm Liz moaned which got a small scream from Christie as I started to pump in and out of Liz slow at first. I grabbed her hips watching her ass jiggle every time I pumped in. I started to go a little more rougher, faster. I felt the heat in her pussy. Karyn walked out of the elevator, nearly crashing into the opened doorsas she stumbled drunkenly into the hall. Robert sniffed his finger whenher back was to him. She smelled sweet and he felt himself stir.The walk to Karyn's hotel room was short and she didn't wait for himbefore opening the door. Robert stepped in and closed the door behindhim, locking the security latch. It was a tiny room and as simple as heexpected for someone like her. She was already in the bedroom area,sitting on. She told me she was almost at the school and that I was to come home as my father wished to speak to me about the incident earlier. That evening my father read me the riot act. He agreed that I had to defend myself but wanted me to be more aware of what was around me to avoid future problems. He then launched into an unfair commentary on “American Boys”. I didn't say anything, but thought it was unfair and he knew it, he was just upset. I don't think nationality is the issue, creeps can be.