It wasn't until Rhonda, a good friend of Mary, messaged Mary herself:"Hey, Mary, you little slut I think you might like something like this." Mary was...a little annoyed from that remark, but responded none the less."Nobody calls me a slut anymore, but what are you talking about?" It's this new gadget I got on my computer, It's WONDERFUL!" What does it do?" You know how I've well always wanted implants, well let's just say this program helped me with that issue." Rhonda, that makes no sense. I. When they put it on me, I clearly remember feeling great and wanting to show off. We did a dry run of the “show” and someone decided to put make up on me. I was young so I did not object. I think I have a memory of looking in a mirror and not being upset with what I saw. So we went out to do the actual show, everything went fine, the adults were pleased with our efforts. Then things got weird. I guess I did not want to get out of the dress because I clearly remember my Dad getting mad and. The candle worked in and out of her cunt before the man pulled it all the way out of her fuck-hole. She wondered what was coming up next as a flood of cream gushed out of her pussy. She quickly found out.She felt a soft, warm wetness tickling her inner thighs. Shivers of tingling lust shot through her body. Surprised, she saw that he was licking between her legs! This was a lot better than the candle, she thought, as the tongue licked up to her cunt. Still, she remained bent over, her ass open,. The two agreed and Charlotte crossed the room, threw mark to the floor and began to seductively strip whilst standing over him. “That’s a good idea," Molly whispered in my ear, "It's hot in here, and I’m getting very wet, I’d better strip off too.” And with that, Molly began to give me the my very own seductive striptease. Tantalisingly undoing the buttons on her blouse, she turned around and bent over to inch her tight grey skirt over her ass, at which point she remained bent over and widened.