Two more tentacles writhed towards her out of the walls. Were they going to split her open like Isaac? If so, she wished they’d just get on with it....But instead they began to writhe across her body in a strangely sensual way, moving unerringly towards the twin mounds of her firm little breasts. The tentacles began to encircle each mound, before tickling at her pert pink nipples. Then the tips seemed to open, revealing what looked like a mouth in the centre of each. These mouths fixed themselves. . still the innocent guy i replied that we had showered in the past and that i can remember she had a big bush of hair. "Not anymore" she saidThese are just a few examples of signs/things she said. Now almost 40y.o i realise this isnt suitable for k**s. Once when i was mad i confronted her about all the inappropiate shit she pulled during the years, and told her what a slut she is. I havent talked to her for years now, i feel she really screwed me up.My father was also screwing me up with his. Candy was still very relaxed after her orgasm so with a slight extra push when my cock head was at the opening, I pushed into her throat again.I proceeded to fuck her throat."Oh, fuck, Candy! Oh, fuck!"I was super excited about this new experience. I think that made it feel better than the sensations itself. My excitement made my jizz rise quickly. It wasn't long until I was ready to cum.I grabbed the back of her head and held her down so she couldn't retreat from my cock not that the obedient. She’d put on her last pair of comfortable panties before going to bed. There were a few racier garments left in the drawer, but those were for special occasions, and not everyday use. The laundry needed to be taken care of before she could truly begin to enjoy her long weekend.She carefully checked the hoses on the washer before turning it on. A loose one spraying water everywhere had been the first of the string of disasters, and she really didn’t want a repeat of that. Once the first load.