One of her hands was rubbing my ass cheeks, massaging the tingling flesh. Her other hand was rubbing Beth’s juices around and into my asshole. I hea...d a spitting sound, and suddenly my ass was invaded by fingers, a couple of them. If I hadn’t have had a couple there earlier in the shower, I probably would have screamed. As it was, I groaned loudly as the agile digits explore the ring of my pucker. My hips had stopped moving, my dick buried deeply in Beth’s ass, as the strong hands forced my. The woman there sold me a pair of necklaces; one regular size and one doll sized. What I do is put the small one on any action figure then the larger one around my neck and I change to be just like the figure, only normal sized. When I take off the necklace, I'm back to normal. My favorite one is Batman. I sneak into the barn and change into him a lot. I can swing around the rafters and jump into the bales of hay. He's also good for hiding in the dark areas. I tried the super powered. ” she cried as she felt his cock withdraw from her cunt and then, just as suddenly, “Oh…FUCK…FUCK…FUCK!” she shouted and screamed into the room.Tom’s cock was out of her cunt and into her arse in one swift movement. There was no finesse, no careful easing of his cock into her arse, he just pushed his stiff cock forwards, holding it by the hilt and guiding it towards her puckered hole. It went straight in.There was some discomfort at first, but Mrs. Watson had forced herself to relax when she. My right hand holding her left, at shoulder height, my left upon her waist, her upon my arm, our feet shuffling on the floor as we continued to chat while we danced. As a measure of compliment I commented on her wonderful muscle tone, my hand upon the small of her back. She told me she rode her bicycle often and enjoyed the work out she got riding trails. I asked where she rode and she told me she had a preferred trail she rode down in Orange Park at the Westside Park, near the air station. I.