"Carrie turned her smile on me. "Pleased to meet you, John."I had actually spoken on the phone to Carrie many times, when I had reason to call my Dad ...t work, but this was the first time we had met in person. I could appreciate why Mom had called her a 'sex-pot.' She was medium-height, about five foot seven, with a very nice figure hugged by a dark blue dress. Her hair was very dark, almost black, and her eyes were a startlingly pale blue-gray in contrast. She had a straight nose and full,. I cried out. I HAD to."Oh Baby. You hurt me so GOOD. Make your slut suffer. Ohhh god. ohhhhhh I've been so bad. My tits have been so bad. Do.... do... oh please... pleasepleasepleeeeeeeease... do EVERYTHING to them". Time stopped for me. Nothing mattered. Nothing except that his hands and those wicked brushes never seemed to stop moving. They stroked and caressed. They tore and gouged at my titskin. The harsh wires gave me painful kisses. They took me to a slut's heaven. Oh. Their external physical appearance had changed little; they were still without the usual thick moustache and rough stubble of the average Tamil boy. Once unclothed I saw that their chests, though still hairless and smooth had developed more muscles as had their arms and legs. Below their underwear I found bigger changes. The thin and scanty pubic hair they had had at our first meeting was now thicker and more luxuriant and their cocks were bigger and harder. They informed me that they had not. “Holy shit, they’re alive too?” Stephanie exclaimed.“Nah, don’t be silly. They are a part of me. I can move them similar to the way you move your hands. Take your shirt and bra off and I’ll show you.” Her pussy smiled even wider.She reluctantly pulled her shirt off and looked down at her breasts. They wiggled underneath her bra as if trying to break free.“Come on, don’t be shy. Take the bra off,” her pussy said with a sultry voice.Stephanie sighed as she unsnapped her bra and it fell to the.