The tip of the tentacle was a gleaming silver penis, twitching and throbbing with arousal.“What is it?” Amy asked, listening intently. “Clara, w...at can you see?”“It’s...it’s one of those tentacle things that raped me in the control room,” Clara said, almost sobbing. “It’s moving, Amy! It wants me again!”The tentacle approached Clara’s platform, slathering its sexual juices onto the metal floor. Clara became hysterical, screaming and desperately trying to pull her hands and feet free.“Clara,. Petrie had just a few drops clinging to the tip. I cradled his cock in my two hands and licked my way up the prominent vein on the underside of his cock and then I swirled my tongue around the head. He groaned loudly then and whispered something in a foreign language. I licked all around his cock for another minute or so and then I pursed my lips against the tip and slid them down over it.His ass came up off of the cot and he cried out, "Oh mein gott!"I slid my lips down over his huge knob and. We would haltingly talk about mydaughter, although I found it very painful. Rosie's self control amazedme. Although also distressed, she held it together much better than Icould.She regained much of her former enjoyment of life at the stables, withendless gossip about the girls and their horses. While her conversationwas indiscreet and hilarious, mixing innuendo, speculation, physicaldescriptions and stories, she maintained a marked physical reserve fromme. There was no curling up in my lap. On. From inside the wardrobe, Toby watched hawkishly as his future stepsister brushed that lovely moist cunt across John's lap.As he looked down with an appreciative eye, the pervy schoolmaster must have thought that all his Christmasses and birthdays had come at once. As did Toby, in his own way, breath almost uncontrollable like an overheating fan. John raised a hand that hovered at shoulder height whilst continuing to survey Mandy's pleasantly plump rump. "Now, tell me again why you're in.