I had to work on my patience. Almost week passed, and it was Friday after school. I was told that my father would be out with his cronies playing card... this Saturday and my mother would be out with the girls girls having cocktails. My heart raced when I heard. I didn't have the long wait that I anticipated. It would be just over twenty-four hours until I hopefully could make a play for sex. As each hour passed, my excitement grew. My mind raced. I barely slept. Finally it was Saturday night. My. I watched as she lowered herself between my legs. She looked up at me, smiling."Lay back and enjoy this, but remember what you feel," she said.I thought it was a little odd the way she said it, but I wanted this so bad. Her fingers felt so good as she stroked them along my pussy lips. She moved them up and down like she was petting them. Then I felt them go deeper between my lips with each stroke. I started to moan as she teased me. I wanted her fingers deeper inside me. I could feel her. I had three older sisters who were coming in with their families in the morning. There sure were a lot of people arriving.As I was looking around, my dad came up to me. He was a great father and always stood by me. Of course I was his youngest child and his only son. While we were talking I looked toward the door and said, "Holy shit!" My dad looked toward the door to see what grabbed my attention. There stood the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Of course it was just my opinion, but if. She couldn’t move, or even hardly breath for that matter. Her lungs were only able to suck in quick, shallow breaths. Her hands trembled at her sides, shaking violently as the thing that was once John approached her. It was only a few feet away now. Where there had once been the illusion of skin on his torso there was now fibrous cloth forming. A ribbed sweater surfaced from the swirling liquid mass of its body. Red and green stripes quickly streaked across the surface, at first brilliant in.