All present and correct. Heart aflutter, I took off my camel coat, bundled it into my rucksack, and walked up to the door. A normal door, a nondescrip... grey street in Streatham. I knocked. A moment later, Henry opened the door. ‘Hello, Miss Weston. Follow me.’ He was dressed sharply, in suit trousers, a crisp blue shirt, and immaculate black brogues. The warm eyes of the man I had met in the cafe were gone, instead a steely glare. As we reached the end of the corridor, he opened a door into an. Leanne was still a sweet, fairly innocent girl. She was pretty with a slim, 5'5" figure and pert breasts (slightly larger than you'd expect for her frame). Her hair was dyed dark blonde and reached part way down her back. She was spending the day with her best friend Jodie, who also happened to share Leanne's birthday. Her 18th birthday was always going to be special, but being able to share the experience with her best friend would make it even better.They decided to skip their last few. Apparently I’d unplugged my ears too, and opening my eyes somehow reconnected my ears because what had been a distant roar resolved into a number of people all talking at once. The crowd seemed to have reduced a bit. I think some people were in the kitchen.I let my eyes roam around the room.When I say that, I don’t mean that there was a pair of eyeballs floating in the air and wandering around the room like a matching pair of eyeball-sized blimps – with ads for spectacles on the sides and tiny. As Skip's cock slipped to the hilt up her asshole, her mouth gaped from the pressure in her loins. The two cocks felt enormous inside her, as big as arms.Greg gnawed the front of Jenny's neck, sucked up flesh and gave her hickies. Skip gnawed the back of Jenny's neck, nuzzling under her blonde hair, giving her goosebumps that covered her entire body. Jenny squirmed crazily between the two rutting teenagers, groaning and panting, her ass wiggling with wild gyrations."Fuck me!" she squealed..