Diana had stopped her squealing, a long thin tentacle had slidup the back of the bath and wrapped itself many times around her face coveringher eyes a...d mouth, her little hands searched behind he head trying topull herself free.Diana struggled, her nakedness forgotten in her attempts to getloose but other thin tentacles slid over the bath edge, encircling herbody, two wound themselves around her breasts, pulsating as they squeezedthe young flesh, the tips tickling at the pink nipples.Now her. “did you realise that you can’t see my hands, do you know what I can be doing? Out of sight as I swap from first kissing one of them and then the other?”, in reality one hand was on the back of my head, quite roughly causing me to tongue fuck her very wet pussy, the other snaked down my body, reverse gripping my cock in a similar manner to the way she must have been holding the blonds cock inside his trousers in my imaginings. She started to give me a luscious “back-handed” wank, my bellend. "I know this is a lot warmer than my family, and they weren't bad people. They did buy into lots of social stereotypes. Once I became a cheerleader that was more of an identity than anything else. Going to college as a commuter didn't help. It was only after I transferred down here, and started dancing, that I could afford an apartment and a social life."Still, I tended to go out with guys, and occasionally girls, that first thought about my looks, second about sex, and only a little about. Are you hungry? Kat might not be up for a while. She tends to sleep in on the weekends.”“Well, kind of, yeah.”“I’ll make us some eggs.” After starting some coffee, Samantha cooked breakfast, chatting to Lexi about school and how she liked the town. Once the food was ready Lexi got very quiet and started shoveling down her food at a surprising rate. Samantha suspected that she was hung over, and while she couldn’t officially approve of the girls drinking, it wasn’t something that bothered her.