Margaret was sitting on Mandy's bed, waiting, when the girl came out of the bathroom. Again, the look on her face told her mother what the results wer...."Who did this to you?" asked Margaret, wishing she wasn't quite so direct. She was pretty sure she wasn't going to like the answer. There wasn't a boy out there who deserved to have her baby girl like that.Mandy was her mother's daughter. She could be direct too. She knew she could try lying, but that sooner or later they would be found out. So. It was an amazing sight to see. Hair of all colors tangled in the center. Sixteen beautiful eyes, some open wide, others closed tightly. Eight mouths panting, yelling, drooling. Sixteen rock hard nipples, groped and pinched by their owners. Eight asses, lifting and twitching. Sixteen long legs spread wide, some entangled with their neighbor. And of course, eight dripping cunts with fingers pinching, rubbing, plunging, fucking in and out.My own fingers had found their way under JJ's dress and. Repeat.In the wake of the tumultuous events in Part VIII: Becoming the Storm, the crew deserves to have a little less stress in their lives. Of course, as they reach their mid- to late 20s, those nasty biological clocks start ticking and there is likely to be a population boom on the ranch. And along with births come the losses that we incur as adults in an adult world. People change. People move away. People die. People are born. People get married. In the long run, it is not about what you. Then she turned and faced Wellington. She became motionless once again, but her eyes reflected shock. ‘Very good, dear,’ said Wellington. ‘Now, let’s give the three of you a test run, shall we, my sweets? Excellent. I am going to make you dance like the sweet flowers you are. Not only shall you dance, you shall remove your garments and allow this poor jester the vision of your bare delights.’ Wellington began to manipulate his fingers much like a puppeteer, and then Valarie, Janey and Desiree.