She dove her tongue into Heather’s waiting slit, and began working at her pussy as if she’d done this to a dozen different girls—and Heather sus...ected she had. Once again, Heather felt her body give in completely. Her legs spread wider; she began grinding her hips with the rhythm of Tasha’s tongue. She lay back completely on the pavement, and put her hands up over her head, stretching out completely. Tasha’s nimble tongue began to massage her clit, dancing over it with a quickness that Heather. "It's not that funny."Hannah shook her head, differing from her father's opinion. Red glaredat her as he explained, "I'm only doing it to get transferred out of theoffice." Why would Grandma Amanda do that?"Red groused at what his daughter always called his stepmother. It hadbeen his father that had insisted on it. He shook his head before heanswered, "Because I'm going to be too much of a distraction." Oh, you're going to be flirting with all the boys," Hannah replied.Red turned beet red as. “You like that, you naughty cum slut? You like my cock in your filthy asshole?”“Yes! Harder, do me harder! Deeper! Fuck!” Matt reached a hand forward, grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled, yanking her head back and making her scream even louder with intense pleasure. As soon as he let go, she lurched forward, pulling off of his dick.“Hey, what are you—” he started to ask, but was cut off when she quickly spun around and engulfed his cock in her mouth. “Ohhhh. Holy shit, baby. Oh wow,” he. She led him into a dressing room. There he was dried with the thickest of white towels. She offered him a pair of black socks. Then came a tux shirt which fell just to his waist all around. Studs and cuff links. She offered him a pair of fine wool pants. She helped with the fitting and suspenders, as these pants came to the waist only on the sides. Both front and back sections above the legs were missing. He put on a pair of black shoes. A white tie and finally a tails coat. Everything fit.