My mind begins to go hazy and I know I'm getting close myself. I roll my hips so that my full length withdraws from your depths, before plunging it al... back into you. After only a few of these, you are at full volume moaning, shouting, and wailing my name with vigorous intensity. A few more long and drawn out strokes is all it takes for either of us.Our lips come together, and you bite down hard on my bottom lip. You scream through your teeth as you cum, your sweet pussy clamping down on me. Pausing at the interior door to the garage, I locked it behind me and took a slow, shallow breath. I dreaded being in here. I would have left the car on the street if the day’s forecast hadn’t called for hail.Standing inside the dimness of the garage I watched my forearms pebble into gooseflesh. A rough patch of concrete just in front of my feet was a slightly lighter colour than the rest. This is where my father had died. To get to the car, I would have to step over his shade.When Violet and I. I gasped in pain and my hand relaxed. My sword fell to the ground. I reached for my belt knife, but another tentacle wrapped around my other arm, growing tight, infecting me with more lusts.“Fuck!” I gasped, shuddering in delight. “Stop this!”The panthopus growled as its remaining two tentacles explored my body. They slid up to my naked breasts, the suction cups covering my nipples as the tentacles entwined around my tits. They squeezed and milked, my nipples bursting with excitement.“Help!” I. We lesser beings got stuck with that. They did teach us a nifty though. Clove hitches run up a mop handle will let one hang a mop over the side and rinse out the guck. Works well with grimy children too.Just inside the Noorderbuitenkanaal there is a marina. We arranged for the haulage of the boat. We wanted a marine surveyor to look at the keel and we wanted the masts pulled and stored while we motored around Amsterdam and a good bit of the Nederlands. There's lots of kannaals; if we don't have.