Well ... I was. But then it was time to serve lunch, which we did, and Deedee went back to her normal self as we interacted with our friends and ate o...r meals.During cleanup duty after lunch, I started watching her to see if she continued ... messing with me ... for lack of a better term. She'd been flaunting herself deliberately, and yet the moment the lunch bell sounded she had turned off like a switch had been thrown. And now as we went into kitchen clean-up, that switch didn't turn back on.. Turning into a man was unnatural. I didn't like it. Iwanted to be my old self again.I reached for the ring. I was going to get rid of it, never do thisagain. It wasn't right and it was far too comfortable. It wasdisconcerting.But then...If I was going to get rid of it, it would be a shame to change backbefore...I grinned to myself and undid my jeans again, shuffling out of them,reaching for my boots to pull them off. I undid the top three buttons ofmy shirt and pulled it over my head. My chest. His hand came over my shoulder strap and he pulled it down and one of my breasts came out and then he did the same , my boobs are a little sagy and with coffee colour nipples, he grabbed one of my breasts started to squeeze it hard and he as feeling it hard my body was moving and wanted more, after a few mins he left my lips and put both his hands on my boobs and squeezed them I was in deep pleasure.He was playing and I was enjoying giving little moans and groans.he then took one nipple in his. I knew it would make him happy. "Dad". I yelled this time. Even that didn't wake him up. I put my hand on his leg and shook him. "Dad." He was definitely passed out. I looked down at his thing. It was still pointing in the air. I got another idea. "What if I tried and put his thing in me," When I thought that, the tingle even got better. All I would have to do is put my feet on each side of Dad. I could stand on the couch, and then lower myself on him. The more I thought about it, the more I.