Forty-five.” Something was deep inside her ass too. Tiffany’s fingers? Her other hand? A dildo? “Fifty-nine. Sixty.” There was a faint noise o...tside but she couldn’t raise her head. “Seventy-two. Seventy-three.” She started shaking now, she couldn’t take any more, she would go insane. She squirmed, shaking her legs as best she could, her muscles exhausted but finding strength somewhere to struggle. There were sounds all around her, footsteps, talking. “Eighty-six. Eighty-seven.” Catcalls and. "Oh yessss, here some more to replace it. Ohh ukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"She gave a gasping panting convulsion her blindfolded eyes unable to know who had just erupting deep inside her sticky bowels.My eyes were seeing spots; head almost feint as my cock filled then released a stream of viscous snotty strands of semen. I groaned in delight feeling her fill and hearing her horrified reaction."Ohhhhhhhhhhh you bastard, how could you? How could all of you? Uggggggggg!!!"Within minutes I was. “And you kind of ... look like Chris, when he was taking pictures,” she added softly.“These do bring back memories,” Hans agreed.I watched the adults exchange sad smiles, echoes of a time long past. I wondered what pictures these cameras had taken. I picked up the body again, looking it over with even more interest. My father once held this in his hands. I felt a little closer to him, in some small, but significant way.“Do they work?” I asked.“Sure, your father used all of them,” Melissa said.. She spread her legs wide so I could really hit her clit and she climaxed.We all rinsed off and Biff left. I was still sort of in shock as she led me to bed, still turned on. She sucked me hard and jumped on for a ride.As we were waiting for Biff to show up the next time Carol asked me, “What do you think of our activities so far?”I replied, “You keep surprising me, that’s for sure. It’s damn interesting and Biff doesn’t seem to be complaining either.”“Good, I’ve always wanted to be wicked and.