She was wearing black cotton leggings,to the calves, and a loose fitting t-shirt with thelogo of the Hard Rock Caf* on it. I began running myhand and ...rm up in between her breasts on the outsideof her t-shirt, letting her tits rise and fall withtheir own weight, surrounding my hand. This was a showfor my buddy Erno, as well as a preparation for whatmight happen next, kind of getting used to the idea ofopenly displaying her. I brought Nicolette’s hand to my crotch, and made herrub my cock. Now, with Wendell's father out of thepicture, the first thing he did was let his hair grow out. Why shouldn'tshe let him be free to experience whatever feminine tendencies he mighthave? When he was little, too little to remember she hoped, she had setWendell's hair a few times. When one of her instructors quit, she neededto practice using perm rods, which she never used on herself. So, Wendellbecame her hair model. Once, for fun, she even set his hair in pin curlsand had him sleep with his hair. They lowered her head into the water, another tentacle swimming into her mouth, wrenched open by the aliens. It used her as easily as the ones below the water, each driving in and out until again Trisha surrendered the continual torment of disembodied tentacles.They spasmed, simultaneously shooting their loads before being replaced by the next group of swimming phalluses. She lost track of the times that she was penetrated, unable to resist anymore as the monsters used her as much as possible,. I t'ink she wan' you cum to knock her up. I know she wan' 'Merican baby. They so pretty. She wan' too much. Same same me. I wan' round-eye baby, too. Maybe some day some one knock ME up. I SO HAPPY, TOO MUCH."Linda had been laying there, seemingly asleep. Now she opened her eyes and said something. Nguyet laughed and told us that she had said that she wanted some more cock. She was STILL horney. Nigel stated that, if she agreed, he would like to fuck Linda. Nguyet laughed. "Dat's why we all.