Being tortured. That was when the mouth appeared where his throat was. It took about a week. But it ended up meeting his first mouth making a triangul...r gape filled with triangular teeth. His tongue long and free. It even remembered when his arms split open into three different appendages. The bones receding to form an exoskeleton. Never had he felt such pain. His legs cracked into a bipedal state.Since then he needed to be in water. Thin scales formed and its muscles became dense. Now it was. The one that got me the hardest orgasm was when Jason was fucking my pussy, Larry poked his cock into my ass and my husband fucked me in my mouth. I don’t know how loud I screamed, but I hope no one heard me.After several hours, it was obvious that the guys were spent and couldn’t go on. It seemed like things were starting to wind down and we needed to get back to our cabins. I wasn’t quite done yet. I looked over at Joann with a seductive smile and then looked over at Brianna. Joann got the. I’ve lived a full and enjoyable life, but have never truly connected with that special person I’ve wanted to share my life with. I was a late bloomer. Though I fantasized about girls, probably from the age of 12, I just studied and admired them from afar. I was too shy to reach out to any of them. Starting in my mid-teens, there were girls who showed me interest, though they were all on the pudgy side. I find it interesting that during my entire life, only pudgy females have ever initiated. I was either at Hardesy's or waiting tables for Tracey. It wasn't the most fun I'd ever had over the Christmas holidays, but Tracey was very, very happy, as she must have catered a half dozen Christmas parties over the four day weekend. Plus, I knew Missy was going to be gone until school started again in January, so I made sure Mr. Hardesy knew I was willing to work as many hours as he would give me. I could see the finish line here at Ridgemont, and even though tuition and books were paid for.