Patricia and Hazel had freshened their lipstick in the car before we had come in. At least, I had tried to, but was not experienced enough to do a ver... good job in a dark car. Mother asked me about my smeared lipstick. I hung my head and blushed as Patricia told them, in detail, about how I now had a boyfriend and that he had really enjoyed kissing me in the back seat of the car. Mother smiled as she heard about Jim also kissing me goodnight on the front porch steps. Mother and Mrs. Morgan. All she did now was to press a little button just to the left of the toilet bowl which flushed the bowl and released a douching stream of water from just under the rim of the toilet seat. That lovely warm water sprayed up into all her female equipment parked just over the top of that toilet. Everyone down on the ground could see that water squirt up and splash all around Vanessa’s butt hole, her vagina, her pussy lips and her clitoris. It really was one great show and everyone was just loving. She watched as his long black cock beat in and out of her tight body with hunger and lust. She could feel the length inside her. She wondered how deep he was inside of her, until she realized she COULD see. He was fucking her with such intensity she could see a little push of his cock from inside her on her belly. She watched for transfixed bliss at the tiny bubble of skin push upwards when Brandon was fully inside of her. He had never fucked her that deep or hard. She felt everything go. And it continued. Pricks of pain as her locks of hair transformed into wriggling tentacles of appetite, of sustaining and nourishment. Slashing down and taking pieces of flesh to absorb. Her fingers jamming her nails into his skin, penetrating with monstrous delight.He was going to cum. He knew it. It would be soon, after hours of her gratification and his sexual instruction he was going to spend his seed."No, sister. Travis you must stop!" it was a scream of fear and compassion, crying out to.