Tamara wriggled her fingers at me and laughed. “Oh don’t worry, bitch, this is the easy part…I will be gentle…”I felt the first finger press...against my puckered ass and I closed my eyes for only a second and took a deep breath. “Open your eyes or I will slam my whole hand up your ass right now!!” She yelled at me. My eyes flew open and then I heard another voice:“That’s better”. It was Helena, watching the whole scene from behind.“Poor little Victor… now you will know what is to be well-butt. " Jake said. "It was a little cold through the winter, but a little insulation here and there should help that."Since Ben and I both had beers, Jake went over to the antique fridge and got himself a beer. "C'mon, I'll show you the rest of the place." He said, as he led the way downstairs.On the lower level, we could see that there was still some of the old machinery off to one side. Jake opened a door off the main room to reveal a cozy den of sorts. There were plush chairs and cushions all over. I walked to my mother's dresser and looked through her socks. I foundwhat I was looking for, a pair of white socks with a thin black pipingon the top, but each had a cute pair of black fuzz-balls hanging on theback. I slid the ankle socks on and looked in the mirror. They hid thefootstraps of the stretch pants and seemed as if they were made for theoutfit. I went into my room and grabbed my sneakers and sat on the bed.Crossing one leg I bent and put that shoe on. Watching in my closetdoor. Amy's breath blasted from her mouth, and caused Ronda's hair to fly out from the side of her head, and then fall back to her face as she took air in. It was an orgasm that seized her body like no other she had had before. Like an intricate jazz composition, her vaginal muscles squeezed the invading phallus in a counterpoint that drove her climax to its peek.Ronda's pleasure was driven by Amy. She watched her face as it morphed into different shapes; her eyebrows almost touching in the space.