"Daddy, why don't you believe me when I tell you the things I see when I dream?" asked Wolfgang tiredly suddenly changing the subject. Children are no...orious for things like that."Son it's not a question of believing or not believing, it's just that it's hard to visualize things from how you describe them."I mean just yesterday you were telling me about a Volto, Gogo, or something like that that was a creature that ate people and then spit them back out?" said the man questioningly raising an. “Well enough of the warm up.” A sultry deep feminine voice interrupts as the sound of the frantically coupling is immediately paused. “Tonight's main attraction, I think, has finally joined us.”At last you can feel your body as your neck muscles strain to lift your head.“Oh shit! That thing is a real person!” A voice screams as you hear a chair topple over.“I thought it was a mannequin!” Someone gasps.“I hope its a stripper.” An apathetic voice mutters. “Pass the Cheetos.”“What the hell is. Her ass cheeks separated at the base of her crack enough to leave a nice space in her crotch leaving her pussy lips very visible as they protruded downward between her thighs. My husband frequently tells me how hot that part of the female body is and now it finally made sense. “The best position for this is on your knees with your fanny up in the air,” I told her. She knelt on the sheet with her legs spread and bent over until her chest and face were resting on the floor. I stood behind her. Monday couldn’t come soon enough for her, or Becky, Susanne, Rena and Sally. They were all bursting with excitement when the noon bell finally rang to signal the start of the lunch period. They all gathered at their favorite cafeteria table for Madison’s week-end report. She took out her notes and studied them a minute before proceeding.“Ok…the number one question you all submitted.” She looked around the table and observed the anticipation in their faces. “Every single one of you wanted to.