?You could spend the rest of your time as a pair of panties?. Her sisters chimed in with other things that I could be turned into.?Maybe a pair of tig...ts?.?Or a sock?.?Or a shoe, no a boot would be better?.?What about a nice pair of leather trousers?.?Rubber ones would be nicer and sweatier??I think a condom would be fun? giggled Suki. Her twin laughed and said ?Imagine being slid on a cock and filling up with seed, and it would not be very pleasant when the man tied a knot in the end?.I looked. Then I holded her head and started kissing her. While kissing I started pressing her shoulders then slowly I took the hair away from her neck n started kissing her.By this she turned on n holding my hair tightly and I was biting her neck while I slowly placed my hand on her boob first she pushed my hand again while I was kissing again I kept my hand again she pusher away. This time I was kissing her neck very wildly moving my lips all around her neck then I placed my hand she didn’t resisted. ." Then she started sobbing again. I put my arm around her and let her cry. This time she didn't pull away. It was obvious that I wasn't going to get anything out of her until she composed herself; I just had to wait.But as I waited my mind was imaging all kinds of scenarios. Did she drive her car to the party and have an accident? Was someone seriously hurt in the wreck? Did she find out she has cancer? Did she find out from my last physical that I had cancer? No, her 'I didn't mean to and. Her former roommate laughed with glee and ran back to the surf, tossing aside the plastic container she had used to douse Pam. "Come on," she called back over her shoulder. "Stop sitting in the shade and get out here." She pirouetted ankle deep in the surf.Pam plunged after her and for a few wild minutes they chased each other back and forth, splashing through the Atlantic rollers combing the white sand. They waded out farther and swam together. Then, holding hands, they raced back up the beach.