She was your prototype early eighties punk chick. Garish makeup with black lipstick and over-the-top eye shadow. Bizarrely slutty attire. Multiple pie...cings in her ears, a nose stud, a small ring between her nostrils, and (I found out a little later) a tongue stud as well. Her hair was short, spiky, and a combination of black, brown, and purple, although she frequently played mix and match with the colors. She had an extremely fair complexion and piercing blue eyes. Although she wasn't. She chuckled. The children didn't seem to object. On the contrary, the tunnel seemed as much an attraction as the hedgehog. Michael seemed to delight in pouncing on a section of tunnel, collapsing it back.Elizabeth turned and found John huddled up with Stephanie. He had taken the butterfly illusion a step further. With the aid of the surprisingly intuitive AI, John was doing magic tricks with Stephanie."See?" he said. "Nothing in my hands. Now," and he turned his hands and made fists, "which. Instantly it became hard and I put my finger on another nipple.She could not say anything but moaned helplessly. Her throat was choked. She tried to push me away but her resistance was feeble and I unbuttoned the rest of the gown and she was wearing a saya (a kind of under gown). With a simple pull the saya got loose and I slid it from under her buttocks.What a sight! She was lying in her lovely nakedness. Her breasts like golden bowls were going up and down with her breathing and her belly was. I'm tired of waiting." The realization of what was coming next dawned on her, and panic overtook her and she started to struggle. Of course she had been curious about letting a guy fuck her ass, but not like this. I was too strong for her, my weight was holding her down, she couldn't scream for help. This was going to happen.I start to tug at her panties, and she stopped struggling as the pulling motion drew them tight between her pussy lips. It radiated outward as though piranha are biting all.