These shorts had obviously been taken off hundreds of times and dropped wherever. White frayed pieces of denim material lazily drooped down her tan...ed thighs. The shorts fit her tightly. As if painted on. Not messy, but tight. Slutty tight for attention. She was getting it. Now. The tentacles would have a bit of work sliding inside her shorts to her pussy and asshole. Octopus man left her clothes on for now. He wanted to have some fun and make her cum in her shorts.His cum had a. I used myactual penis although it was floppier than usual. Zoe said, "We mightas well use it while you still have it." I agreed, realising shortlyafterwards that I had just implied that I would not have it much longer.Our breasts squashed together and we could brush our nipples across eachother, they were very sensitive. Zoe played with my breasts and we bothdecided we liked my new attributes. My waist had reduced to 25" due tothe dieting and continued use of the waist clinchers.We went. Whilst they were pumping away, Clint and Joe pinched and tweaked our nipples. I knew it was Al at my cunt, a girl can tell.They ploughed away at our willing pussies. First me, then Red orgasmed loudly. Fuck, it was good. Almost without a pause, another two cocks took over, Clint fucking Red, so I assumed it was Joe for me. This was bloody amazing; I did not want it to stop. Of course, it did not, Al taking over at Red's end and Dwayne for me. Another pounding, another orgasm. Finally, well I. There are at least a hundred reporters waiting on the steps to ask you guys questions. Want to find a back door or something?’ ‘I don’t think we do,’ replied Steve. ‘We need to remain completely transparent and truthful. Let’s go get some lunch.’ As the group stepped outside, dozens of reporters hurled questions at them. ‘Did you exchange yourself for those kids with the intention of killing the terrorists?’ shouted a man standing in the forefront of the legion of reporters. ‘I had no idea how.