"I think you're ready for this now," he suddenly announced.Ready for what? Claire wondered, and then she got her answer as she felt another tentacle p...shing into her pussy. Her eyes widened and she started to protest, but she couldn't say anything with a tentacle stuffed in her mouth. Muffled words gave way to a muffled screams as her pussy was stretched wide by the second invader. Her hands stopped stroking their tentacles and instead squeezed them tightly as the tentacle slowly worked its way. ."She stared out the window for a while. Then she looked at me so tenderly it made me want to cry again."We didn't realize it until after we were both married. I mean, we didn't fully realize how deep our love was, you know? What can I say? How could you have two sets of siblings who wanted the same thing? Two sets of brothers and sisters with such love — and they marry each other. Can you imagine? And after a few years of happily married life ... it happened. Your father and Uncle Matt said it. "I could handle that. I lifted my arm and placed it round her. We fitted together ... like ... I don't know, a hand in a glove? As we sat there, the brook tinkling over a weir behind us, I glanced down at the stumps of her legs and experienced a surge of anger at the mutilation of this young woman thanks to one person's stupidity. She obviously sensed something in my mood, because she twisted toward me."Are you ... is this ... okay, John?" Very okay," I said, "I could get used to this."She. I’d heard so many urban legends and horror stories about the pain of a girl’s first time, but it simply wasn’t an issue for Stephanie. We both glanced down to see that I had bottomed out and she let out a huge sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God! I was so scared it would hurt!” “Me too!” I laughed and held her close, still disbelieving that I was really inside her. I kissed away the fresh tears on her cheeks and she looked me in the eyes, earnestly suggesting, “Let’s keep going.” Stephanie’s hot,.