I hardly dare breathe. Striding through the surf you scoop up water and wash away the fine sand that clings. In the few moments before you leave the w...ter I marvel at how well you hold yourself.This is a scene from a thousand movies, but although this is all real, you carry yourself as if you were being filmed. Nearer now and a passing cloud of anxiety covers my sun. What if I lost you?Your smile evaporates all such clouds. The bright teeth, sparkling icy-blue eyes with their oh-so-eloquent. She pulled her sweater off and Meg saw that her bra wasdissolving into her skin. Her nipples looked like smooth orbs of amannequin's. When her skirt was pulled off, she noticed the hose hadalso penetrated her skin. It fused her toes together and left her crotchsmooth and sexless. "What... is...this...?" Meg asked with her last power of speech. "You're my new full mannequin." Amy said as she ran her hand down Meg'sleg, which now felt like hard plastic instead of nylon. Meg could onlylook at her. My hands join hers, fondling her tits and teasing her nipplesTiffany has my entire length in her mouth and down her throat. I fuck her mouth, sliding my cock out, then thrusting all the way back in. Each time I thrust, it is a little harder and faster. I feel myself about to cum and slip my cock from Tiffany's mouth. Load after load, my cream covers Tiffany's tits until there is a lonely strand dangling from my slit. Tiffany reaches out with her tongue and licks the strand from my cock. When she opened the door she knew this was going to be a night to remember. There in the driveway was a beautiful black Lincoln town car with a personal driver. The driver beckoned her to the car with a wave and opened the rear door where she could see someone else was seated in the back. She walked to the car and slipped into the backseat to find him waiting there for her. "You are delicious tonight. Far too alluring for our usual place so I thought we would detour to another location..