These stung and each brought a squeal or cry. Occasionally I would stop the flogging and run my fingers along their slits, quickly finding that they w...re already soaked. I sometimes poked my finger inside a hot slit or into a tight anus. Both of the twins seemed to like these digital forays, wiggling and pressing back against my fingers.I continued their whipping and soon both tight asses were a bright pink all over and I could see moisture escaping from between both wonderful sets of legs. I. I can still hear your moans as I rocked into you, bringing you to climax as I had wanted to so badly."Where is Stephaney?" asks a woman with a familiar face. "You two were so cute together. I heard you got married."?Yes we were married,? I tell her. ?We were married in October, the year after graduation. It was a small affair; family only.?She asks a dozen questions before someone else catches her attention. ?Yes, we did save something for our honeymoon? I tell her. She wants to know more. She. Pornographic art to be specific. I always wanted to make artistically rendered pornographic film. We’d been working on it all that week. We’d already shot the swimming pool scene. Monica’s ridiculously wealthy parents had an indoor/outdoor heated pool in their mansion. And the fuck scene on the waterbed as well. We included Monica and Dave, my old best friend who I had convinced to move to Manhattan for his jeweler and watch fixing career. And my other high school best friend who currently. If this was what it meant to be part of a flock, a member of a pack, then it was oddly ... liberating.Mizi crawled her way out of the bag, shaking out her feathers before collapsing them back down into their sheaths. Ben felt no need to keep his eyes off her body now, drinking in her voluptuous figure as she walked across the bay to fetch her clothes. He propped himself up on his elbow, admiring the way that her hips rolled as she walked, a subtle ripple passing through her soft butt and thighs.