Make a run for it across the yard

You bolt out the door, sure you hear Isaac laughing behind you. "What is he thinking," you ask yourself, even as the change takes full control.

You come to a stop several houses away from Issac and look around. To your right are three boys, all about 18 or 19, playing basketball. You feel your clit tingle as you look at their sexy, sweaty, shirtless bodies. The thought of spending the next few hours with those three cocks makes you want to strip out of your clothes and jump them on the spot.

To your left is Mr. Johanson, a middle-aged businessman and his 20 year old daughter, Clarise. They are just getting in their car.