He couldfeel his skin changing becoming shinier all his blemishes being removed,soon he would resemble all the other dolls, his cock was rock hard att...e thought for some reason his mind so foggy. Soon his skin was shinylatex sensitive to the touch and sensation but harder to damage. Oncelifted out of the tank two needles entered his breasts he could feelfluid pouring into them as mechanical hands molded the plastic into twoperfect breasts larger and larger, and as they became larger they. Her eyes widen and she looks away, embarrassed. I look away as well, trying to force my erection down as I always do. We both sit like that for a couple of seconds, when I notice the silence being broken by her breathing getting heavier.Is she… Excited? I think to myself as I once again glance at Nayima; and sure enough, I catch her looking at my crotch and nervously rubbing her thighs. I’ve seen her do this once before; that night three days ago when we accidently saw one of the village. "It took twenty minutes for them to dry. Why did you do that? Did you not like them? Was it the wrong color?" She had rinsed her hair and was holding the bottle of conditioner as I looked up her body, retracing my trek until I met her eyes."No," I said simply. I looked back down at her feet. Feet really didn't do it for me. I liked the intimacy they could be used for though. Granted, Erin had found a way to make me like feet. She had used hers to get me off while we ate dinner at the Olive. "Shari didn't want to either," Joyce reminded the blonde girl. "Now this will make it even. You helped your brothers fuck my daughter, so it's only right that I help my son fuck you. Now, lift up your dress!"Sandra had no choice, and she knew it. She pulled her dress up, stopping at her hips."To your waist," Joyce said. "I want you to pull your dress to your waist."Sandra did as she was told, and Joyce was amused to see the little girl shoot coy, flirting glances at her son. Sandra had on a.