When we got home I went to my room and tried to decide what to do. I wassure that either way I was out. He just hadn't said it yet."Oh well if I'm get...ing thrown out on my ass it might as well be apretty ass," I told myself.I pulled the matching lace panties out of my clothes basket, thenstripped off and started changing. I shaved the light fuzz that hadcropped out on my chest before gluing my breast forms in place thenputting on my bra as I lay back waiting the fifteen minutes for theadhesive. The bat would have opened the shemale's asshole evenmore than Charisma had when she'd fist-fucked Tiffany, inserting notonly her fingers and fist, but also her wrist and half her forearminside the shemale's rectum. Tiffany's anus had gaped until it was aboutthe same in circumference as that of a small grapefruit. The sight hadbeen, for the cruel and sadistic Charisma, sweet and exciting. However,thanks to the magic that had resulted from Tiffany's having inserted theenchanted, phallus-shaped. There were a handful of other families in the room but it was a large auditorium so there wasn’t anyone directly on the side of us.I pulled up my contacts list on the phone and hit send.“Hello?” Brent said on the other end.“Hold on, Brent, let me put you on speaker,” I said. I sat my phone on my lap.“Hi, Em! Hi, guys!” Brent said, his voice loud in the quiet hall. I lowered the volume.“Hi, Brent!” Jess said. “Are you all squared away to watch everything from the station?”“Yep,” he replied. “I’m. My "Uncle" Ted is known for his tales. He always says, "Never let the truth get in the way of a good story." His stories are usually funny but always have a point. Others are tellers of true story experiences. Surprisingly, my Dad is one of the best at that. For all that he doesn't like to speak in public, he can tell the story of an expedition in a way that captures your interest. His voice, with its deep bass rumble, at once soothes you as it makes you tingle.Dad's singing voice is good but.