My blood was up now, not to mention something else. I reached out and tore her dress from her hands leaving her naked. Quickly she covered herself up ...ith her hands but not before I saw everything."My cousin is a lucky guy," I said.I don't think she quite believed it, she was standing naked before a guy she had never seen before today and probably didn't even know my name. I grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around so we both could look into the mirror. Then I pulled her arms down to. "Nice pussy." Said Joan as she slipped a finger deep into the warm tunnel of Diane's sex. Her other hand parted Diane's flesh to reveal the bud of her ass. "Such a sweet ass." As a finger entered Diane's ass hole she commented further. "It needs, it begs really, to be filled. Pass me the plug."Mike found a rubber plug and passed it to Joan with a smile. Diane felt a pressure on her ass as the plug was pushed deep into her. For a moment she struggled as she felt the other prong push into her. But the plasma followed her, maintaining contact.Agnes squirmed under the at once soft and unyielding force. The rubbing between her legs was rhythmic, but it took a few moments for her overwhelmed brain to catch up on it. Encased on a white, cotton, long-sleeved shirt, her breasts weighted less as they were held up by him, by it. Cupped and groped, the strangest sensation of Agnes’ life was flailing her arms in front of her, where whatever or whoever was doing this should be, and finding. Despite being small, he loved the way it almost looked inverted. She always looked so hot walking down the hallways with a tootsie roll in her pants. Misha had almost forgotten how small it was, when Hethan walked by and winked at him. He came in an instant, almost as if Hethan had imprinted him the last time they slept together. Misha would never forget that day with their daughter meth, may she rest in peace. They hadn't spoken in almost a year, and it was killing Misha. Despite hating her.