All along, Mace worked her tits. Squeezing, kneading, tweaking and pinching and pulling her erect and stiff nipples. Mace had brought a small bottle o... baby oil to the session and went about drizzling a slender stream in a random zig-zag pattern over Dolly's stomach, tits and chest. He slid his hands sensuously over ever square inch of Dolly's voluptuous body. Over her chest and her rising mountains of quivering tits, over her slight little paunch of her abdomen, over her smooth thighs, over. Sherrie's hair is hot and heavy, the smell of her night time moisturizer and the earthy buttery smell of her skin fill up the little space we are crammed into. I can even smell the moisture and heat of her pajama bottoms. I am pretty sure that Sherrie doesn't wear panties to bed. I've caught glimpses of swelling around the seam of her pajamas' crotch. Their thin rosebud flannel d****s across her ass too well -there's no panty line.Before I realize it, my fingers are against her skin,hugged. His eyes squinted almost closed in a glare making them look smaller. His back straightened as his chest thrust out giving him the appearance that he was growing taller, as adrenaline-loaded blood flooded his major muscle groups, swelling them to maximum capacity. Endorphins coursed through his entire being, every ache and pain gone, replaced by a warm soothing glow. Raw primal energy burst from hidden reserves and began to heal the injured, damaged areas. Joints grew strong and smooth, bones. Errol felt more andmore like he should just go back to his tower and unmask back intoSelena, as he didn't want anyone to get hurt on his account. He tried tomake himself as small as possible as the women argued violently as ifErrol was a slab of prime meat being bid for at a butcher's auction.Suddenly Errol felt the light touch of a hand across his bicep.He turned his head, expecting another woman who had succumbed to the oddbehavior which seemed to spread like a plague around Errol. Instead.