Through his hips, now curved wide, to his stomach, pushed in andtightened, to his new mounds formed and pushed through, and finally hisneck and face, ...hich brought a great deal of pain as their fine detailswere being morphed.And now he felt a kiss from the shade to celebrate its victory. Morethan a kiss, he felt its excitement and a new weight formed atop hisnew dream-body. Jon could not breathe through his mouth, even in thereal world it seemed, and thus his nostrils flared and through. It was shoving the silky material up between her cunt-lips. That new sensation was amazingly delicious. Lydia closed her eyes, sucked her top lip under her teeth and rolled her ass up to increase the friction of her wet cunt-lips against Tom's cock. Her puffy membranes were soaking Tom with slickness too.She could guess the young guide was as excited as she. Droplets of perspiration splashed from his forehead down her face and upper chest. Even in the increasing darkness Lydia could see Tom's. Since her room was little and our family poor, we would have to sit or lay on her small twin bed. She normally shared this room with two other of my five sisters. My older brother and I shared another room. So time alone was very rare. By the time I was eighteen & she was twenty-three I was getting desperate to fulfill my desires.On that wonderful day of fate, we were laying on her bed together, no one else in the room. Our other sisters and brother were all gone; our father and mother were. "That's it, just open your throat. It's OK, bitch."She was making me deep throat her cock. She worked patiently, easing in a bit more each time as my throat opened. After a few minutes, the entire 7 inches were down my throat, the base resting against my face and she held it there. She slowly backed her hips away and let the strap-on slide out. And just as I thought I was getting a reprieve, she pushed back in; faster this time. She began fucking my throat as drool escaped my mouth and my eyes.