At dinner, Aunt Helen informed me that she was hosting a very importanttea on Wednesday, and that Tracy and I were to dress up 'to the nines'for the o...casion. On the morning of the tea Tracy and I helped each other get ready. Istarted with a pale blue bra and panty set followed by Tracy's puckeredpanty girdle and a new pair of light beige nylons. I slipped on a pairof mules, wrapped myself in a robe, and ate a quick lunch. Back upstairswe did each other's hair and makeup. I wiggled into a white. Slowly at first but she could clearly feel the tendril moving farther and farther into her ass. Her bowls were being filled completely by the metallic material shoving itself into her and she could feel it moving up and out of her bowels. Suddenly the tendril in her pussy started to widen in her pussy and her cervix began to widen. She saw the final, unused tendril start to move towards her mouth and she became scared. She shut her mouth in fear as the tendril began to push against her lips.. She started fingering her wet pussy. She was going to squirt again. John was grunting and told me that I needed to have my mouth on that pussy when it squirted. Drink it all. It didn't take Bonnie too long to start cumming again. I clamped my lips around hers and almost drowned. Her cum was all over my face and neck. She got off the bouncer and went over to John. She was watching John's cock disappear into my ass. She told me that I was going to spend some quality time with John's. ‘You’re pretty impressive, you know that?’ The warmth in his voice made Ryan relax a little. ‘I don’t know about that, but it’s nice to know you think so.’ ‘No, I mean, you don’t let any of this stuff get to you. You just deal with it.’ ‘Oh, I have my moments but I don’t—we don’t—have a choice but to deal with it.’ ‘Still, you’re good at it.’ He went quiet. Ryan waited, then asked, ‘Are you still there?’ ‘I am, I’m sorry. Just tired. Well, not exactly tired, not sleepy tired. It’s the fatigue..