"After classes that day we were pleasantly surprised to see all of the members of the volleyball team in the gym. It wasn't planned but pretty soon a ...roup of girls had absconded with Wendy. They were the shorter players and wanted to learn how to set up the ball for those of us who were taller and could spike over the net without having to jump so high. Wendy, remembering how I had started her off just bouncing the ball back and forth, soon had six girls juggling three balls in a circle,. It knew what it was doing. It wasn’t letting me finish. It was playing with me; no it was torturing me.I pushed my hips as hard as I could into the vine tentacle encasing my clit. I needed this. As I pushed the tentacle matched my movement, not allowing me any purchase towards my orgasm.“You will surrender to me. You will be mine,” it said.It took me several moments to clear my mind.“I will never surrender to you. Now let me go.” I shouted.Did I really want it to let me go, though? The tentacle. Danny was dropping off Larissa at Trudy’s house and a seemingly embarrassed Helen asked him in.“Can you come in for a moment? I have something to discuss with you,” she said, making him review his recent behavior for possible screw-ups. “No, you did nothing wrong,” she added with a small smile.“Sure,” Danny answered, wiping his shoes on the mat before entering. Trudy had polished hardwood floors of which she was rather protective. He carried Larissa inside and deposited her in the playpen next. One day, I went to my tennis practice and found out it was closed. So I returned home. It was about to rain. I went straight into my home since I had a spare key. I slowly went for washing my face but I heard someone moaning! I just thought it was some illusion. But I heard more.So I went into my mom’s room, it was partially opened. I was shocked to see that my mom was being fucked by a fat black guy. Mom was on top of him riding and he was lying down. I saw this scene and got my panties.