My Mom had always preferred to leave some hair still down there, and I never complained, but it was nice to bury my tongue into a leaking clitoris wit...out having a tickle against my nose.Though I would never have dreamed about swallowing the juices of my Aunt, I had reached a point in my life where I was going to have to start going with whatever life threw at me.She did her best to stifle the moans as she squirmed around on the bed, I had to admit to worrying about what Mom would make of this. Philnow knew what Bill had in mind.? Thetable had nothing on it.? ?What is yourname, slave??, asked Bill.? Faith answered, ?I am Faith, master. ? Bill then said, ?Ok Faith.? I want you to get up on the table. ? Faithnodded her head, ?Yes, master?.? Faithclimbed on top of the table. Faithwas made to lie on the table, like how Japanese women are made to do, in sushibars.? Phil came back with thebeers.? They both each had a can and theypoured it all over her breasts.? Thenthey started lapping. Having found the back row, which fortunately is empty, I edge my way along the seats to the corner seat, next to the wall. By this time the two girls are now joined in their frolics by a large well-built man with long hair tied in a ponytail. He's clearly delighting at having two of the most gorgeous girls I have ever seen, industriously working on his huge cock with their lips and fingers. It's a sight that leaves me agape, until men taking their seats in the row in front of me temporarily. Sayuri-chan. We have to hurry. That thing is going for Yoshiko.”“Yeah,” Chris nodded. She had seen the tentacle monster once before. It had grabbed Mariah, her African-American art project partner, only an hour or so ago. When Chris went to the bathroom to jerk off—she was still a he then—and was gender-swapped by Mitsuko's mad ghost, the tentacle monster had attacked Mariah in the art room at their school. By the time Chris was rescued by Miyu, it was too late for Mariah. The monster had fled.