The flower.The small, delicate plant had grown until it was gigantic, each petal easily measuring at four feet long, the yellow pistils now erect and ...obbing excitedly. Countless green vines sprouted from the ground around it, including the six that were currently wrapped around Jessie’s body and the one between her thighs. Her heart was racing, her naked chest heaving with every panicked, rapid breath. She felt like she was going to have a panic attack.The flower - sentient, apparently -. She was pale for one thing, ghostly pale skin that made her dark hair seem jet black by comparison. Her tits were fantastic, too. Not that she tried to show them off. He was sure she went bra less most of the time because her breasts never looked that big in the baggy t-shirts she seemed to prefer. But when she wore a bra, when she was dolled up, her tits were mouth-watering melons. He groaned, thinking about her. At the sound of a gasp, he froze. His eyes snapped open, and he was horrified to. Within a month, we all skied as long as we chose. It became our regular routine.Recently, a new family with two girls moved in next door. Arnold was panting to take them skiing with us. After a couple of weeks, we were neighbors, and Nancy, their sensational looking forty-something mother, agreed to let them come. On the big day, the younger girl came with Nancy. Her sister had plans. Fine with me.This 'girl' was seventeen going on twenty-two and stunning. Heather's figure was mature and she. “Let’s pay the bill, and go for a walk,” she panted, as she pulled her coat down over her dripping pussy. We paid our bill, continued outside, and I grabbed her by her hand leading her towards the shelter I had noticed when I first arrived. We approached the front of the shelter, and noticed that in the middle it had a solid wooden table surrounded by two secured bench seats. The shelter was facing away from the restaurant, and the open side, facing a cluster of gum trees. I guided Jacqueline.