Neither one of them really concentrated on the words or content of the conversation that followed. They didn't move — neither could take their eyes ...ff the other. All that was important was that with each moment that elapsed, each sound passing between them, a negotiation and confirmation was taking place.Yes, I'm attracted to you too. Yes, I want to touch you too. Yes, I want to kiss you too. Yes, I want to fuck you too and do any number of other acts to you.The spark of a wicked idea had lit. I found my sister and asked her were the bathroom was. Her friend Sam told her she would take me because she needed a guard. A guard I asked Just come with me as Sam took my hand and led me down the hallway we got to the bathroom and it looked like our military ones, big and open with a couple stall and sinks. The difference was the party had spilled into the bathrooms and there was no privacy. She looked into the stalls and found one empty. She walked in as I waited outside. You really do. It leaked slick slime as it pressed on her sphincter. She her back arched as the tentacle reamed into her bowels, stuffing both her holes.She bucked and squirmed, friction burning in her pussy and asshole as the monster fucked her. The smaller tentacles pulled at her nipples, stretching out her breasts as she quivered and shuddered. The pleasure surged through her body. Her skin burned as its writhing tentacles smeared slime across her skin. The aphrodisiac sent her mind boiling with. "I'll wear a pair of my panties. You can choose which ones you want me to wear."This offer hung in mid-air while Tuck thought it over. Apparently, he liked it. "Will you wear the black thong while Vic is fucking you?" he asked."Yes, dear, if that's what you want," Elizabeth said, glancing at me, looking triumphant."You'll swing your tits for me?" Tuck asked, like he was negotiating a strategic point of a contract."Yes, dear," Elizabeth answered her husband.Tuck gave me a critical stare. "Are.