I sat on the lap of one of the two black guys saying, I know your name must be Big Dick, how could I forget. And I gave him a big kiss. We all joked a...ound for a couple of minutes as Big Dick started feeling my thighs. The doorbell rang and I had to leave some groping hands hand behind to answer the door, although I gave them a little shake of my ass as I crossed the room. Four more guys entered including two more black guys. One of the white guys looked like Adonis! He must have been at least. I guess that since there wasn't a lot of truth in our story, Vicki went right for a dare. I dared her to un-button two more snaps on her dress and go dance with Don. They both got big smiles on their faces. Teasingly, she ran her finger up and down her body and chose to undo one at each end and they were off to the dance floor. I leaned into Don's ear to let him know that she really liked to dirty dance with lots of groping.There she was, bumping and grinding with this other guy. I was really. .. Yes, harder. Fuck me harder!" Peter stopped moving though, and Marion cried out in frustration. "Why'd you stop?" Not until you say his name," Peter said in a tone that David knew meant business.David watched, as Peter reached between them, and assumed he was going to play with her clit, but his mom didn't react."I don't know why you want me to. It is wrong! That's too close to incest. I won't--Ahhhh!" Peter must have finally touched her clit, but then he stopped again, and just looked at. With a mothers’ concern does Emily hug my stomach, holding me solid as I trip and trail on the carpet. I look down where my hands should be. My trusty hands. People know their hands. They, to use a clich?, know them like the back of their hand. Hands do not change. Hands are not matted black hair with protruding claws, joined on inelegant furry legs, bending like pipe cleaners. These are not my hands. I am looking at paws. Horrible, spread wide paws scrambling for balance.?There, there?I look.
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