Michelle stands about five feet eight inches in her five inch heels. Her long straight blond hair reaches her waist line. Her eyes are blue and she ha... a sexy smile. Michelle is very slender and although she hasn't told me, I suspect she weighs about 100 pounds. Her smooth, shapely legs end at heaven's definition of a perfect little ass.Continuing up Michelle's awesome figure one notices her tiny little waist. Ultimately, the eye is drawn to her perfect breasts. These mounds are of above. " I instantly replied as I got up to make the coffee. "Is there a nasty smell in here or is it me?" You're right." She replied. Helen looked down to her trousers. "Damn I seem to have picked up something the cows left behind. Oh yuck, I seem to have some on my leg. Do you mind if I wash it off?" Of course not." I replied. "Use the en suite in my room, the towels are clean. I'll put your jeans through on a quick wash then the dryer, won't take long to do. Grab something out of my wardrobe to put. Gradually the tempo increases, every plunge into my pool-like pussy more assertive, the ascent of Grant’s cock more rapid, Anita’s tongue licking wildly across the whole of my saliva coated and cum sheened pubis as they rush to sate their own arousal. I am drenched, watery emotion trickling from my eyes to smear my finely applied eyeliner down my cheek, saliva droplets escaping from the corner of my mouth and wetting my chin before splashing down on my heaving breasts, my skin a slippery film. Mom would kill me rather than go. I need you to go with me" "Me?" Chris yelled, jumping up. "No way, they're expecting you and Mom" then looking at her he continued, "or whatever, to show up. Not me" Stacy looked at him for a minute, then walked away. Chris sighed in relief, then saw his Mom, or Stacy, he reminded himself walk back, the MIXD in hand. "Shit" he said, as she pointed it at him. He tried to jump out of the way, but he felt a tingling all through his body. He was too.