Connor urged my hand down to the other buckle of his suspenders—the only thing holding up his pants at this point—and I unsnapped it. His pants dr...pped like a curtain, revealing toned legs and an indestructibly firm ass. But that wasn’t even the best part. Instead of normal underwear—or even a simple g-string—Connor’s sizeable penis was covered by what looked like a long, pointy Santa Clause hat. There was so much sexual tension in the room, the unexpected visual gag hit the four of us like an. "Uh-uh-uh," I heard from behind me. I turned to find myself staring at a giant. She reached and picked me up then stepped toward the water. I tied the laces on her brand new tennis shoes together and flew away when she fell and her hand opened. I had shrunk to fairy size and was flitting around watching her as she fell. She disappeared in a flash of light as she hit the sand. From out of nowhere a butterfly net swooped in and I was caught. I looked up and there was Allison in a very fetching. She felt his lips trace her now sopping pussy, his teeth catch her panties as he pulled them to the floor. His tongue traced her pussy so gently… she was aching for him. ‘I’m… I’m a married woman…’His lips were warm, his tongue like an artists paintbrush on a bare canvas. ‘I’m…a married…woman…’Gabriella fell black. His mouth closed in around her clitoris and slowly, tantalizingly slowly, he began to suck. Gabriella began to pant, a bead of sweat falling from her forehead, she could see a. The whip-girl leaned deftly forward and sniffed at Slave’s erect and needy cock as he prepared to penetrate and use the sissy for the girl she really was. She then slumped back and moaned in a deep orgasm; the pungent and masculine scent of his sticky bell-end fresh within her nostrils. Pepper went down on her elbows, raising her beautiful little ass high, showing her submission and yearning to be a woman for her man; Slave’s cock jutted rigidly at the sweet sight of her soft inviting cheeks.