She phoned a message to the cooks and then proceeded to the chamber that she called the ballroom (although no party had ever been thrown there). A sin...le table was set, decorated with a cerulean rose from her own greenhouse, and on the far end of the room a 12-piece string orchestra was warming up. With a wave of her hand she opened the skylight, revealing the naked, dazzling Peithoian stars. She was just satisfied that everything was perfect when the tone sounded, letting her know her guest. While I hadn't been drinking, I still wanted to escape the situation. A large group of people streamed in from the backyard, and my sister was one of the first among them. We made eye contact, and I could see the terror on her face. Our parents were pretty conservative, and if she got brought home by the cops dressed like that there would definitely be hell to pay. Thinking quickly, I scanned the room for options. I noticed a door to a closet that was mostly obscured by Halloween decorations,. Well that also gave me a good chance to see who was there, and I counted maybe 12 girls and six guys. One of the girls looked familiar, but I couldn’t place her. However, she saw me giving her eye contact and, after the strip by the other girl she came over and started to chat.Then I remembered – it wasn’t Giselle, but one of the other girls from the beach. I didn’t know hr name, although she introduced herself as Monique. I had to ask her age and she told me she was over 18, which was weird. Her scent filled his nostrils, flooding his brain with a numbing pleasure, and he was dimly aware of Her massive balls brushing against his chin and neck. She cooed softly, and the sound itself was heaven to Tor Endril. They sat like that for a moment, the tip of the Broodmother’s cock pressing stiffly into Tor Endril’s stomach, all while She hooked Her fingers into his twitching slit and pressed on his insides. Climaxes were indistinguishable amongst the constant sense of pleasure, but.