Just like predicted, he noticeably relaxed. Lia knew as she saw his shoulders drop slightly. "Yeah," he began. "It's nice to, finally meet you too."Th...y closed the remaining space between them, and embraced each other in a hug. It was almost as if they'd been old friends. He smelled so good, Lia thought. She slid her hands down his arms, admiring how strong they were. The toned muscles made her feel fragile, but in a good way. So, this was what it was like to be held in the arms of a mature. I removed my companion's hand from my still fully hard cock, and concentrated solely on his own member now. I decided to return the favour of his amazing super powered hand-job, by quickly wanking his prick as fast as I possibly could. He had a nice cock, roughly six to seven inches, a dark shaft with a shiny blue headed mushroomed tip appearing from his uncut member. My older friend to my right had given up on caressing me since my orgasm and was instead giving the younger guy to his right. Kelly moved her hand to the tip of his cock. She pressed his cock against his thigh. Ben’s cock steadily pumped a flow of cum. Not long fire-hose bursts as when I let loose. Something manageable Kelly thought to herself. Thank God at least one of them wasn’t creating a liquid disaster.Ben’s legs relaxed. Kelly pulled the blanket off, revealing Ben’s fat cock laying on his thigh. The light was dim, but I could make out his size. I was always so pleased with Kelly when she found a nice cock to. “And that tentacle demon?”“Yokai,” corrected Miyu. “He is called Yokubō-no-Tako.”“Whatever it's called, it took Mariah.” She was Chris's partner in an art projected they had been working on in the nearly deserted school. While Chris was being gender-swapped by the ghost, the tentacle monster had molested and then kidnapped Mariah to another dimension. “How do we get her back?”“We don't,” Miyu said. “I do. You are not a miko. You do not know the sacred prayers or the sacred dances. You do not.