Jean turned to Frank with a puzzled expression. "Why are you laughing?" Jean, don't you understand what they have in mind?"Puzzled, Jean said, "No." J...an, those two nice gentlemen are planning on both enjoying you tonight."Jean was wide eyed. "What should I do?" It's your call. What do you want to do?" I've never thought of doing something like this. Would it bother you?" I like it better than you being one-on-one. It certainly is not an affair, if a couple guys are sharing you." I'll think. I can still smell her lingering scent on my lip. I watch her run off down the walkway, her hair swaying behind her. I can see the tight little ass, which I know is pantiless, and she is still wearing my jacket. I see her reach up and hug her mother. Her mom is wearing a pair of tight black sweats. I can see her mound and the fold of her pussy thru the material. She wearing a loose fitting sweat shirt. I can tell she has a great set of tits under that shirt. I stop dead in my tracks; she has. At the head of the brush, the handle was narrower, but toward the end it tapered out and then narrowed again at the end, making a very ideal grip for brushing hair, but I had a better use in mind.I brought it between my legs, wetting the end of the handle with the juices of my arousal. I began to tease the little nub I loved so much with it's slickness, gasping out loud at how good it felt. It was as if a man were actually in bed with me. The thought moistened me more, and I then took the. By the evening of that first day these worms had shed their skins and rather like some strange insects pupated into thick green cocoons.A few hours later both women hung limp, softly moaning, still bound at the wrist and held together by the tit tubes. Neither was fully conscious the constant internal wriggling sending them into a half crazed world of their own.The inquisitor had left them long ago and now only two sweat covered guards watched over them. The vat was beginning to ripple with.