Beth cried out and smacked into the ground hard, a bullet hole in her belly. Her delicate wings crumpled on impact, and she had been unable to re-form...her arms.With a rictus grin of undeniable victory, Jake walked around her, his cock almost bursting out of his jeans, stalking the wounded, whimpering creature while lustfully contemplating where to put the next bullet.Beth watched, her eyes filled with pain ... and anticipation..."Hey! You in there? Where the fuck are you?" Wha..." Jake blinked. His hand went between my legs, after raising my skirt up, on the most sensitive spot on my body. He caressed there without removing my panties, but I could not allow him all this. It was my molestation, and I had to stop him. I jerked his hand away rudely, feeling guilty for my behaviour to a man, who had always been praising and supporting me. I got off the bed and grabbing my school bag, I rushed out to catch my riksha. I was already late for my ride home. I wanted to cry, but not in front of. We stopped after we had freed our boobs and stood in our panties smiling.Next we wanted to know who had the biggest cock.Our strip tease had done its job and you were all nice and hard for us!Your all not much differentl in length and we joke that it's girth that makes all the difference and how lucky we all are to have such well endowed boyfriends!Our next dare is to show you how we like our breasts to be touched.I think the idea was to show on ourselves but instead one of the girls turns to. It’s at times like these – very rare though they are – that I literally forget where I am, as I’m totally mesmerised by the girlie-goddess who’s showing Her loveliness in my full view. As a compulsive masturbator and girl-worshipper I have no control in situations like these, when I’m seeing what I normally only see in my mags. A wanker can’t choose when he sees what he needs to see – it can only happen by accident or when a Goddess decides you can. I’m in a trance and Miss Michelle is putting.