"Lick, I don't know if you are even good for that."The scent was doing funny things to her and she followed the command. The taste was salty and it wa... rough on her tongue. She felt the contents of the bag move and the penis enlarge to a size no male Tandra could hope to match. One of her hands moved the sack and her other started to play with her urethra. Just as she was about to have a good come her sore head was shaken viciously. "I said lick, not get your own rocks off."She did not know the. "Try to relax Ashley, don't fight against it. Bear down a little as if you are trying to push it out."Crying, she did as he instructed, gasping when the larger object slipped further into her ass. The pain began to ease somewhat and she became aware of a feeling of fullness and that her clit had become swollen and was throbbing in time with her abused asshole.Ashley looked toward Gina and Richard and saw that Gina was also on her hands and knees. Richard had freed his cock from his pants and. That smile faded fast as she dared to shy away, backing from it like she did the memory, letting it fade away. Turning her back the sofa confronted her, a memory of books and lazy touches, then the laughter…his children watching a movie, she could almost smell the burned pop corn in the air, the aroma so real it burned her eyes. The corduroy of the couch brushed at her fingers, heating them as she rubbed her hand this way and that. She paused, nibbling her bottom lip, feeling the bite of her. "I don't know if I'll go to hell for this," he said under his breath. "But hey it'll sure liven up the nightshift." He sat the box down on a table that rested near him, opened it. And there inside, was a burgundy school-sweater, a golden yellow mini-skirt, and bright yellow panties. He compared the size of the girl here and his lovely young daughter. They were approximately the same size. "Okay Miss Olsen," he said looking at the lovely lifeless girl. "Your gonna be the first dead starlet to.