I noticed Viv, her lithe body was the trunk of a sapling swaying over to one side. Her arms were thin branches and her fingers twigs, each bending in ...he wind. She wasn’t imitating a tree, she was a tree.Then the tutor demanded that we all became machines in a factory. I made a few awkward movements and glanced over to Viv for inspiration. Her arms were pistons energetically following the dictates of invisible gears. Her neck was a spring that jerked her head back and forth and some invisible. Stephanie jerked and let out a gasp as he pushed home.Mark set up a steady slow rhythm, thrusting in and out of Stephanie in long languid strokes. She moaned every time he pushed into her and I wondered what it must be like to be penetrated like that, how it would feel to have that giant cock thrusting deep inside time and time again. If Steph was any indication, it felt pretty damned good!After a while Mark began to speed up the strokes, just a little. He also inched his body a little bit. Meanwhile, Padma was preparing for the worshipping virgin god.Ramya was garlanded with flowers. Her tits and pussy were considered as glory and similarly, Siddu’s dick too was worshipped. It took about one hour to complete the worshipping process. The moon was showing up in the sky at its full brightness.They waited till the signals were shown up on Ramya’s body. Around 9.30 PM, Ramya began to shiver. This was the sign for them to make a move towards the sacred tree. Padma covered her husband’s. It was one week before Sherry's sixteenth birthday when it all went to hell.My truck broke down and was towed to the shop we used for company vehicles so I got off work early. I walked into the house and found Sherry on the couch with some boy and he had her blouse off, her bra was hanging from her shoulders and he was sucking on her right tit. Her tit looked almost as big as his head. Her panties were lying on the floor and he had one hand up under her skirt playing with her pussy. Her eyes.