In the reflection ofthe vanity mirror. Steve could see that his crotch had become puppetjoints too.The doll knew that its waist was such a joint. Leg... of wood. Paintedwood. Wood that could move with preternatural force into a sittingposition at the vanity, before the mirror.The frightened feeling turned to anger. Steve could feel his nose andcheeks puff out. His nose feeling like it was stuffed with plush andkapok, smelling of old cloth. A mixture of rose and cinimon. He openedhis mouth. I moved her saree and placed my hand over her bare whitish waist. She just hissed and didn’t utter a word. Gently squeezed it and pulled her towards me. I was able to sense her lust burning inside. I could feel the hotness in her breath. I squeezed her lips with the other hand and was enjoy watching her sexy expressions along with hissing sounds. Then I locked my lips with her to which she opened her eyes in shock but still was giving me a good company in smooching. I am like eating her lips. Men were supposed to get bored when they were stuck with a single woman, weren't they?The melody on the stereo changed, its tempo speeding up into a dramatic, flowing piece. Her body responded almost unconsciously to it, the muscles under his hands firming up, the fingers on his arm began to move in tandem with the music. Outside, lightning flashed again, highlighting both their bodies in silver. His hands continued to stroke her side as she watched the rain start to fall. Then suddenly without. I let my tongue play all around her butt, then I pushed it into her tight hole.“YESSSS, oh my gosh daddy, Are you sliding your tongue in my butthole daddy?” she squirmed under my anal assault.I held her ass as my mouth and tongue began to suck and lick her ass in earnest. I tongued her butthole until it was sloppy wet, then I slowly tried to slide my finger inside. I pushed my index finger inside and she clamped down on it, tightening her young inexperienced ass muscles.“Daddy!! Its to tight,.