"Let my sister see what we have to work with!"The two walked slowly around the trembling girl, poking and prodding, inspecting her as if she were a pi...ce of meat in a butcher shop."Hmmm..." Jasmine mused, hefting Kishi's breasts in her gloved hands. "Far too much tit, but I suppose it can't be helped. Perhaps we can find a way to have some fun with these later."The soft leather of her gloves caressed the girl's nipples to hardness, then pinched sharply. Kishi gasped, but her chest involuntarily. "A double dose wouldprobably do it, but we'd like to make sure. I had thought by now you'dhave already overjuiced with the dosages you've been taking, so perhapsyou have a stronger resistance to it than normal. It's best just toplay it safe."I could barely follow Victor's words. The familiar warmth of bimbojuice entering my body began to overtake me and, before I knew it, I wasswimming again toward sexaul ecstasy.Kyle studied me a moment, then, as he had done with Vanessa, he pickedme up and. He reached under me, not hesitating this time to rub my little asshole. I moaned and he took my dick out of his mouth, he then flipped me over and massaged my asshole. I moaned and he leaned down and spat on it, lubricating it. My eyes opened wide, knowing what was coming next. Be gentle, please. I pleaded, to which he responded by gently massaging my asshole with his thumb again and kissing the nape of my neck. He positioned his eight inch member at the entrance to my asshole, then softly. Thank you.And did I mention their bikinis? They never showed you what they bought for this trip, did they? Holy Mother of All That is Sacred, I've seen more fabric on a pole dancer than your daughters wore on the beach. Don't get me wrong; I'm not complaining. In fact, I love the sight of your daughter's tits barely restrained by a piece of fabric the size of a Band-Aid. I love the piece of floss that crawls up the crack of her ass. And I love that tiny little patch that covers her pussy. But I.