He could see her genital slit, usually concealed but now splayed open, its fat lips tinted blue and dripping a viscous liquid that fell to his belly i... thick ropes.She wasn’t playing games, he could have filled a damned coffee cup if he had held it beneath her, her overpowering heat arousing her beyond anything known to humankind. Would a paltry human organ be enough to satisfy her? He had seen Krell genitals, the male organ was easily as long as his arm and shaped like a shovel with a flared. She had said it was important I’d have at least one experience like this when I was still eighteen, and that was why her head was now bouncing. Her lips were soft, slippery and attentive, and the rhythm of her head was steady and constant. If only I could have forgotten it was mom who was on her knees there. I tried to think about Jennie and her pretty lips, but that wasn’t a good idea either. It felt more comforting to hold my hands on mother’s shoulders and feel her close.There was an art. Somehow, I knew I wasn't losing my sanity.This was really happening. I had undergone some kind ofmetamorphosis, right here in my Mother's dressing room. Myentire body had transformed, altered - right down to thewidth of my hips, the texture of my skin, the contours ofmy lips...And a rather unpleasant thought occurred to me. A notion sofrightening that I could barely bring myself to considerit."Mother of God," I whispered, looking down. 6Standing closer to the make-up table, I lowered both. Her childish abdomen was swollen and undulating in time to the pummeling of Sherry's fist in her once tight vagina, small vestiges of hymen flapped uselessly against the flexing wrist. Her own fingers were grappling in the depths of Claudie's overflowing slit. Maldea felt Sherry's fist tremble and go rigid inside her, through barely opened eyes she could she the blond convulsing in pleasure.Claudie must be one hell of a lover to make a girl come like that by just holding her breasts. Sherry.