When I say converted, I mean they turned it into a sex pen. Lots of mattresses, soft light, a good sound system, a couple of showers. Basically their ...wn little fuck playground. She kissed me when I came through the door and I lightly squeezed her ass. Her half open kimono showed that she had nothing underneath and I wondered if this time I had arrived too late and the party was already in full swing. I followed her through the backyard to the barn. We went in and I walked straight to a small. That monster inside me hurt like hell, I wanted to reach down and jerk my own, my cock felt like it was on fire, ready to explode. “Fuck me, FUCK, pound my ass’, I was screaming now. The fell of that big cock inside me was getting to me, I needed it. “ Make your balls hit my ass, don’t stop, Fuck me”. Clint was still standing, my ass in the air, I was in heaven, what a felling, I wanted him to fill my ass. Just then out of the corner of my eye I saw Sandy, her dress was off and she had her. . you are my ... well I mean...” I was stuttering.“No, I am not your mother, technically I am nothing to you, other than your father’s former wife.” she said calmly.“Well isn’t that enough?” I said, grasping at anything I could hold on to.“Maybe, maybe not.” she replied.I just looked at her, I didn’t know what to do, nor what to say. If I admitted that I had these strange feelings for her and she didn’t feel that way towards me, what would she think. Would she freak out, thinking her step son. Rushing back to the statue, he stood on his tiptoes and grasped the itwith both hands. Finding it unexpectedly weighty, he shook vigorously,willing the magic to return."Change me back," he demanded, unnerved by the voice which passed hislips. Its call was high and pure, ringing with an almost playful liftdespite the gnawing terror he now felt."Undo this," he cried, "Fix me!"But the statue remained inert.Releasing the statue, he slumped to the floor, his head in his hands. Howcould this have.