I shuddered as I reached one of the octopus-like tentacles wrapped about Kanshu’s leg. The artist who had sculpted the statute caught the features p...rfectly.But so long as I danced the Kagura on every equinox, Kanshu would keep the yokai trapped, protecting our province.Behind me, the slap of my father’s feet echoed through the shrine. He emerged, wearing a simple yukata of gray against the summer heat. The cry of cicadas bled through the walls. I wore a light yukata, too, though mine was a. Leaning forward she kissed me, long and hard. She then roughly bit my lips. Leaning back she ripped open my shirt and grabbed at my belt buckle, quickly undoing my jeans, standing, she pulled them off me and threw them aside. She pushed an ottoman against the couch and knelt on it, in front of me, taking my cock in her hand. She looked through her wavy tresses and said to me, "Look in the mirror". Then I noticed the full-length mirror behind her giving me an excellent view of her pussy. With. They’d grown.If I had to guess, I’d say I was an F-cup, but I was in completely unknown territory here. I could have been a G, H ... do they even make “H” cup? I’d spent the first eighteen years of my life as an A, I’d never expected to have to know anything about the larger sizes.What’s more, they seemed to be completely defying gravity. A chest as large as mine, you’d expect a bit of sag ... anything this large that stood up proudly would look fake, but somehow my breasts managed to be large,. We did so, not wanting to catch anything, and then we climbed into bed together, all three of us. The ladies now mixed things up, Becky sitting on my face while Chloe rode my cock with her sweet ass. They switched it up a few other ways, including the use of wet wipes to clean my dick when it passed from Chloe’s bottom to Becky’s twat, or from Becky’s asshole to Chloe’s mouth. I was in hog heaven for sure, getting to ream both ladies so good and for so long on my sister’s (and mine now) bed.At.