He knew he shouldn’t compare, but he somehow couldn’t help himself during his and Ellen’s ‘down time,’ when they held each other after clima...ing, before they got ready to indulge themselves once again. He had loved Kayla, or at least thought he did when they were together, the ‘sweethearts of Damascus High,’ some called them, and not derisively either. She was so pretty, conventionally pretty, the kind of pretty that turned heads, male and female, some with admiration, others with envy, but. That's evil. Totally, completely manipulatively wrong. And ... I'm getting turned on thinking about it. How could I be even contemplating doing this? They are my friends, my responsibility. I should be willing to do anything to protect them. Instead, I'm busy figuring out how to corrupt them as well. The problem is: the instant I stand up and flat refuse, which looks to be my only option if I don't want to go along, they drop the hammer.I ... don't want that. I like my new body. I cannot. For the time being, that was that. In response I sighed and just shook my head. I got up and started walking around once again. I didn’t pace too far. Once I hit the lip of the ridge, I came upon a surprise.To my disbelief, there was a second party of what I assumed to be Tree People. They were down below the edge of the ridge and towards the river that flowed out of the plateau and into the plains beyond. They were gathered together under the outcroppings that I’d used for cover the first time. That I never felt that ever… listening this see got excited and swallowed all my cum.. Looking at this I felt very happy and overwhelming.Now, after the session, I made her relax on her back, kept a pillow below her hips (back). And started finger fucking her with one finger… and now, I know, it was time to insert another finger in her wet and dick starving cunt… it was quite tough… but I managed to fit two in there… she screamed .. ohhh darling .. what r you doing.. you will tear it off…. I.