For several long minutes no one touched her. She heard various conversations and several crude comments about her or her body but they left her alone....Suddenly there were hands on her arm rolling her onto her back. Cringing she expected to have another man shove his bloated stick of pain into her sore pussy but instead someone was wiping her face with a warm cloth.Struggling to focus on the face hovering above her she forced as smile as the image of her father came into view. Her throat was too. I also sent him pics with me licking chocolate and vanilla cream from my fingers. It was sexy pose and I am sure he would have masturbated a thousand times seeing those pics.So next weekend, on Friday evening, I decided to call him. I packed a few dresses, only boy clothes and called gim to pick.Me up.He came in his racing bike, I dont know the name but it was speedy and luxurious. All the way to his flat, I hugged him closely. His smell was nice and in between, when there was nobody on road, I. She's been excited about this party for the last month. She and my mom, Aimee, have been shopping for just the right costumes.Speaking of my mom, she's almost as beautiful as Heather. For being 45 years old, you would never know it. Matter of fact, she is frequently mistaken for being in her late 20s. Yes, she's a knockout. As does Heather, my mom works out 5 days a week, but instead of hitting the gym, she's swims. She tells me she swims about a mile every day. She rotates her strokes so she. It was like Aludiana had taken her body and simply added to it her own demonic twists, her usually lithe body oozed sexuality, busty and curved, once lithe it was now astoundingly thick. Her eyes too were Aludiana’s, no longer the adorable baby green, but a radiant purple set in obsidian orbs of pure blackness. From her forehead and shoulder sprouted spikes similar to her horns and while she thought they would be painful, piercing her skin, she felt nothing, no different than nails she.