The rhythm of our meat-beating began to syncopate and then switched eventually to gain harmonics, as it morphed into a common meter; our stroking reac...ing a simultaneous timing as our hips humped toward our bed partner's body. It was obvious that we were mutually turned on by seeing the other one aroused and rising to a climax.Mother pulled my trigger by deliberately spreading her thighs and letting me see her ruby labia, puffed and coated with her oil. The thought of her showing me her most. Claire and the girls greeted her. It was bizarre. And sick.Then Bill appeared, from the kitchen, with a bottle of beer:"Hi, aunt Lucy."Well, at least Bill was almost dressed (he had a robe on)."Oh, Bill. Uh... May we talk?" Sure. Come to my room."They went to his bedroom. Lucy felt weird. She was nervous. She wasn't sure if she wanted to have this conversation.What if she lost them?Well, it would be for their sake!But they seemed to have so much fun in George's studio... No. She had to. I hear you gasp as you get aroused from my show of wanting. I rub my face against your thighs. Inhaling your scent. I lick your right thigh first starting to spell out the letters of the alphabet on you. You shiver. My husband walks over and moves his hands down your body until he gets to my head. He pulls my hair and shows me how he wants me to pleasure you. He moves me over your crotch as I rub my naked breast over the lace and then on your naked stomach. I make my way until my body is over. The tendril detected the proximity of the girl's anus and aimed without delay. Keily gasped as she moved down and the tendril penetrated her sphincter. Immediately the fire started to increase in her body. The deeper the tendril went, the more she wanted inside of her. She could feel the tentacle expanding her rectum as it moved forward. She felt like she was in heaven as her ass cheeks finally rested onto the baggy pod and the full nine inches were impaling her body. The teen could feel it.