He looked upfrom the TV as I stood there. Grinning like an idiot I pulled the carrotout from behind my back. "Phallic enough for you?" "Not bad!" he ...miled. "What's your own equipment like?" My heart was beating like a drum. "Not as impressive, I'm afraid. Whatabout yours?" "You've seen mine." He drawled. "Not in battle mode, I haven't." Fuck, I couldn't believe I had said that. Uncle Tom raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps we should have a competition?" he suggested. "What did you have in. She could hear Gruthsorik moaning as his monstrous cocks enjoyed her body and he soaked up her own enjoyment. "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 pushing 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. Sarah cried out. She arched underneath and then collapsed down.I groaned and pressed down hard and deep. I exhaled loudly as I shot my cum into Sarah.As soon as I lifted off Sarah, hands pulled me until I was on my back. Angela climbed on me with her cunt near my face and she gently massaged my cock with her hands. I stared at her pussy."Hey!" protested Tiffany."It's my turn!" insisted Angela. "I haven't done it with him yet and then he does Samantha next, right?" Right!" said Samantha then. “Honey, I’m going up and taking a shower and getting dressed,” she said to Tom.“Sure thing, hun,” he replied. Tom Tallman was nowhere near as nervous as his wife was at these things. It was a backyard party on a Friday night, not a papal coronation! The worst that could happen was that they ran out of one type of beer or booze, and somebody would have to drink something else. Terri had fluttered around all afternoon worrying about one thing or another, driving him nuts in the process. Tom.