Rosaria whimpered as two tentacles wrapped around her breasts, groping and squeezing roughly as they pushed their tips up to her sensitive nipples and...their new bars. Rosaria felt herself dripping as the tentacles continued to manhandle her breasts and wrap their way around and up her legs, drawing ever closer to her desperate cunt. A singular tentacle rose up to her face and she finally had a chance to get a good look at one. It was roughly cylindrical, with pulsing veins on the sides, however. Also, her skin, though fair, was of a different hue than that of her cousin, so she was clearly a different person. But, who was she?In her dream, Giulia somehow had no corporeal form. She was invisible, like a fairy or some other magical being, so she hovered closer like a cloud and, unnoticed by the two women, she got a better look at what Marcella was doing with her mouth, stealthy as a camera zooming in. The woman in front of Marcella had a beautiful backside. Her buttcheeks were perfectly. " He insinuated you'd service them all. That's what you're telling me, right?" "Yes, but I'd serve them beers and do nothing else if that's what you wanted. It would be completely up to you. I love stroking you when you're this hard, baby." "I'm glad it's up to me. But what do you want?" I want to please you. That's what excites me. I think you're going to come soon. You're thinking of sending me there, aren't you?" Yes." Let me tell you one last thing, so it's all in the open, and then you can. I could hear a TV on and heard the faint sound of heels on a wooden floor. I knocked on the door and listened to the footsteps get closer until I heard the door getting unlocked and then opened. Sam stood there in the hall light wearing a very short skirt, tight white blouse with a few buttons undone to show off her great boobs, black stockings under her skirt, and finished off with black high-heels. We said hello to each other before she asked me to follow her into her bedroom.I followed Sam.