I watched as my manhood grew and snaked into the creature's mouth. Her eyes closed and her head began to bob, a rhythmic motion began to take place. I...knew I should jump up; I should have pushed her away. I knew that I should stop the she-b**st from whatever it was doing to me, but the pleasure I was receiving from it's motions over my crotch were just too insanely wonderful. I was virtually paralyzed with pleasure as the female b**st moved her lips down and then pulled back in a quickening. It felt so good as he put his lips around it and teased it with his tongue. My desire kept building as did the heat inside me and I told him I had to have him now. His answer was first another kiss and then he instructed me to be patient, as we wanted to make this last. I said no I had to have relief now and chuckling he said OK as he picked me and carried me into my bedroom. He slowly undressed me, as he still seemed to be in no hurry, first unbuckling my sandals, and then massaging my feet.. Inside that box was a t-shirt with various indicator arrows that lit up blue for my brother and pink for my sister. She was surprised by it, but that wasn’t what she wanted us to see. Under the shirt Molly had gotten pink and blue onesies in sizes from three-months to two years. Each had indicators on them as well. According to the manual, their outfits and her shirt would light up to show when one was wet, poopy, or hungry. The twins outfits had an additional indicator showing when one twin. One of the things that made this restaurant different was that all the waitresses dressed sexy, almost as if they were going to a club. Their waitress, April, had a short wrap around dress on. It both highlighted her pretty legs and breasts. Her black hair was pulled back and her makeup accented her eyes. Her lipstick was ruby read. The dress was a bit loose on top and every time she served drinks, they could see her breasts and her eraser tip nipples. April kept them well supplied with drinks..