What music are we dancing to?”“How about “Moon River?” I offered.“Oh Charles. If I were only twelve years old again.” She responded puttin... down her knitting.I started humming the song, while starting the song and dropping it back in my shirt pocket and we danced.I am almost as tall as her, but I am able to hold her and see her pretty face as we danced together.The song continued on. Mom leaned her head on my chest until it was over. When it ended, we bowed and curtsied to each other, and I. "What the hell are you doing!" I yelled as she backed up. It was not as commanding as I'd hoped - my voice had changed as well. "It's too dangerous to do this this close together." I don't see you falling down dead," she replied caustically. "Although you are a knockout." "You're going to leave me with some residual effects that will take a day or two to get rid of. Change me back right now!" No. It's Friday night. Spend the weekend as a woman, and I'll let you change back Sunday night if you. Like i said, usually i rode Aaron's cock while we looked at porn. But not always. Like when we were collecting cocksucking pics, Aaron would stick his cock in my mouth and fuck it while i worked the keyboard. We almost always finished off our evening by fucking in different positions while we watched vids on his big screen television. To this day, i haven't seen a sex position that we didn't do. But my one regret is that we didn't do anal. Back then, we weren't ready for it.Anyway, Aaron's dad. With one quick and witty barb Betty had deflated the entire situation and Blair looked ashamed. Blair was normally so confident and yet I could tell that Betty’s presence made her insecure on every level.I was no longer a source of potential amusement to Blair and her friends. Blair told everyone that she would take other requests and solicited ideas for using me but her moment to be the life of the party had faded. I was quite thankful to Betty for her off-handed comment. If she hadn’t said.