“Marty, she’s blackmailing me ... Dagmar, that is, not Margaret. Twenty minutes into our first session, she had me stripped and she was screwing m... socks off! I’ve never seen anything like it. There was no warning, no nothing! One minute I’m talking to sweet, civilized Margaret, the next, her total opposite is attacking me! That Dagmar is the sexiest, the most erotic, the most ravenous sex machine imaginable! And Marty, the only reason I’m telling you this is because I know that if you. ”He turned to reply but faltered as he saw that her clothes were already discarded. Her weighty breasts hung tantalizingly before him, swaying slightly like a pair of furry wrecking balls. She rested her hands on her wide hips and cocked her head at him quizzically, her long tail waving back and forth as she held it above the snow. Noticing his expression, she put her hand to her mouth and suppressed a chuckle, striding forward to pull him against her. Dennis’s head was thrust deep into her. He shook himself, trying to banish the thought. No, he couldn’t.He hated his aunt. He was sure someone would notice if he was suddenly spending time with her, let alone ... No, he would have to leave it. If he didn’t reinforce his aunt with any further behaviour, the effects would supposedly fade. It wouldn’t be that hard to avoid her anyway, he thought wryly. He pretty much did that as a matter of course.Jason thought of how she had looked - fresh out of the shower, in that skimpy robe, and. She was building already to another orgasm. Bob would slap her ass lightly each time she managed to take a bit more and then pull off of him. The tight confines of her pussy worked his cock well, she really couldnt do much in the way of tightening her muscles around the big spear, but she tried. Bob felt the heat of own orgasm slowly begin to fill his loaded balls. He reached between them and grabbed the still exposed portion of his hard cock. It was time to start giving it to her in earnest..