My girl always wanted to be likedand accepted by my sister, and would do whatever necessary. Tonight, my girl felt it necessary to drink wine, glass ...or glass with my older, taller, heavier sister. Around 2am my sister had had enough and decided she would head to bed. She told us we would be sleeping on the living room floor, but she brought us a foamy mattress, a blanket and some pillows. My sisters boyfriend kindly donated his large shirt to my girl so she could sleep comfortably. Sally. He stopped for a moment, staring at his friend andgrinning smugly. This was definitely going to be fun showing off tohis friends too, though he decided to keep the cause of histransformation secret. After all, he didn't want everyone gettingjealous about him being the chosen one and having a magic wishingrock. Then again...that could be fun."Hey Phil," Clay greeted his friend who just stared at him blankly andasked, "Who are you?" "It's me," Clay grinned proudly, "Clay. I got changed by. She didn't get car-sick and she seemed to enjoy my guitar playing. What more could I ask for? I made sure to keep her shot record up-to-date in case we crossed an international border.There I indulged myself and took a couple courses in firearms training at Front Sight. Beforehand I did my research. I bought an H&K MP7-SF and had a professional gunsmith rebuild it for .22 mangum ammunition. That cartridge still had enough residual gas pressure to activate the ejection and reloading mechanism,. "No, no." I mumbled as his hand slid up my skirt. "I can't; I'm married." I kept telling him as I kept my legs tightly closed. "No, please stop that.....I'm married." His hands were like an octopus as he lifted my skirt with one and tried to lift my blouse with the other."I don't give a flying fuck!" He softly growled as he quickly unbuckled his jeans, "I bet his fucking cock is nowhere near as big as this fucking baby maker!" He then took my hand and placed it on his hot cock."Bloody Hell!" I.