“Go ahead sis, if there’s something in particular you’d like to try; I guarantee that Tony will be only too glad to satisfy your needs.”“It�...�s not just from Tony, for what I want, I’ll need you to participate as well,” she went on, her face growing redder by the second. “But no matter what you’ve said, I bet you’ll think me strange when I tell you what it is.”“No we won’t,” I said. “Come on Molly, you little minx,” I said trying to lighten the mood and put her more at ease revealing something. "How do you want it Bella?" he asked the recovering Sam laid out over a panting Grace.Answering without words, Sam crawled onto him. Margie guided his cleaned weapon into the tight pussy. He created new space inside it as Sam slowly descended four careful descents before their pubic hair meshed. The tightness, as tight as Grace's virgin interior, threatened to expel his seed quickly. Surprising him, his length found no cervix wall to threaten. Grace had needed him to save an inch from his cock. "Common practice," she answered. "We didn't want you to fall off thebed in your sleep in case you rolled around. Here, let me remove them."And she bent forward and unzipped the Velcro restraints on his wristsand elbows.Instinctively he began to exercise his arms up and down. But somethingdidn't feel quite right. Besides the normal joint pain that comes frominactivity, his arms felt lighter somehow. So holding them up in frontof himself, he was astonished to see that they were much more. “Oof!”She said, “I better not catch you waving a banana around. It might get peeled.”“Ouch,” the thought made him wince. “Okay, that banana,” he nodded towards the display, “is a weapon. If you throw it and if it hits me, I’ll spin out.”Of course, she needed a demonstration. They spent the next several races trying the different power-ups and goofing off. It was a lot more fun than a serious, competitive race.Near the end of the second race, a weapon with potential spawned ahead. New for this.