Only about a fourth of the people were there, Rochelle was curious to see the inside. It was 399 square-feet with a single bedroom and bathroom plus a...sleeping loft. Not only cute, but totally functional, Rochelle loved it. The stragglers began to arrive. All in all, they left Uncle Paul’s tight at ten minutes behind schedule. ‘CPT’, she thought.A great aunt and her two snot-nosed grandk**s piled in with Melissa. Randall carted a cousin, Errol, who had clearly been hitting the sauce this. I thought I'd do something different and dive into their heads a little, letting you see what they think of each other, what drives their lust, be it tenderness or raw, unfiltered horniness. When writing their adventures, I've thought of Carrie as being a completely desperate nympho who's lust drives her to look to her own son and daughter for satisfaction. She stops at nothing to cum and opens herself up in all ways to make sure she and they get what they want. She's controlled by her pussy,. My orgasms were no longer mine tocontrol and Master insisted that I blow and fuck everyone of Jaz'sfriends when we met up at weekends. Master was turning me into a fullblown slut.Masters major criticism of me was that I had only a few feminine clothesand that if I wanted him to stay then I would become a full time cross-dressing sissy. As I read those words my clitty got so excited. Althoughthis had never been a real turn on for me the fact that I was beingforced to do this got me. "Well, I guess you're a true trainer," she sighed, and headed back towards her cottage. "Wait!" Misty called out, but she had already gone inside.She looked around, and saw Ash and Brock sitting at a bench far away and feasting on ice cream. She then quickly ran towards Marina's house. She wrenched open the doorknob, but Marina wasn't there.'Strange,' Misty said inwardly, then she rounded on her heel and walked outside, but then he heard a loud moan coming from upstairs.Misty frowned, then on.