There would follow heedless careering fucking, I plunging again and again, and she lifting to intensify her experience and ensure her clitoris rubbed....Sometimes she would pull me to one side and we would roll over so she could ride me, sometimes she would spin on my cock and present her back to me as she rose and fell, and sometimes she would disengage and ask me to take her from behind, me standing and hammering at her. Always, before either of us came, she would return to facing me, either. She then realizes, seeing the rag dolls on the shelves that she is turning in to a rag doll. Her hair then turns in to a red yard like material and red spots appear on her chicks. Soon she is nothing but, a rag doll about a foot high. Like the other two she can still see, hear and feel.Susan, meanwhile, runs down stairs in to the arms of the old man and women. The old man tells her that her and her friends will pay for the way they have treated others and, since she loves sex so much, he will. But there was a time in my life when I saw the real thing and it left a lasting impression on my mind.I was too young to fully understand what sex was beyond the kissing I saw on the TV and movies. My mom and dad rarely displayed any sort of intimacy when my older sister and I were in the room. Yet that one summer of discovery seemed to be the root of my obsession based on my thoughts and my notes.My sister, Trudy, was four years older than me and by any standards was a real knockout. Her dark. David did not miss the opportunity and started flattering Kate telling her that she could be a model, etc. Kate was obviously flattered and her face blushed a deep red. David told us that he was a keen photographer and took photos at wedding and other social events to make a little additional money. Then he asked if Kate would like him to take a few photos of her. To my suprise Kate agreed and David suggested that she may wish to freshen up, perhaps reapply her lipstick, etc. With that Kate.