I stood in silence listening to the drone of the washing machines that I had running. I stood and I waited, staring into what sat in the basket. My pu...chases. My concentration was broken by the washing machine beginning a fast spin cycle. It rocked loudly from side to side as it vibrated. ‘Vibrations! To hell with the toys, I've got all I need right here!’ I pressed my buttocks against the front of the machine, raised my arms slightly and pressed my palms against the top of the washing machine.. I fell on top of her forsome time and then lay next to her. She placed her hand inside myunder clothes and was stroking my cock within 10 minutes my cock came to life,she was very happy to see my cock hard once again and she was totally wet andthis time I rammed my cock inside her cunt in one stroke, she gasped and criedwith pleasure, I started giving her fast strokes, she asked me to go all theway in and then all the way out, once I got into a rhythm I started doing itfaster and faster. This. I can see the workouts are doing you good too sis. You used to have a little tummy bulge and be kind of soft and mushy even though you were little and seemed skinny. Now you are getting that grab a guy by the balls figure that Clarice has. If your tits get bigger this year you are going to be so hot daddy won’t want to fuck anyone else,” Monica said.“I like how you’re squeezing my tits. My nipples are really sensitive, so if you want to drive me crazy, just play with them and roll them between. She’s more like a ... I don’t know if there’s a word for it. Fleshmancer? She uses blood, muscle, bones, all that kinda stuff, and somehow manages to do some very fucked up shit with them. Like, that old Egyptian thing, haruspex? She’s done that, with humans.”“Oh god!”“Yeah, lot of fucked up shit. But she’s, uh, pretty much dead in the head. Think major dementia, but worse. She’s a sick, ruthless bitch, but so clueless, she’s running on autopilot. And I’m trying to make her work for.