You might need to swim after the coaches discuss this with the team." She smiled at her daughter's slim, naked form, thinking that she had looked that...good, before she had Cutie. "I'm sorry about your friend, Cutie." Thanks, Mom. I'm sorry, too." Cutie mostly ignored the opened door and her Mom, grabbed a clean speedo from her dresser drawer, and pulled it on. From another drawer, she lifted a tee shirt and shorts and quickly donned them, as well. Flip-flops from the closet floor completed her. "Speak of the devil," muttered Michael.Quince was in his late thirties, his brown hair already going grey. "What the hell is going on, Kingston?" he demanded. Paul noted he wasn't that tall, but he seemed to dominate everyone else in the room. "I thought you knew better than to bring your girlfriend here." Mr. Quince, I can explain. Look at this." Michael quickly held the mouse down and injected it with the solution. I hope this works, he prayed to himself.Almost instantly the mouse started to. She was standing in front of a dividing curtain, behind which was the end of a bed. "I trust that they haven't been working you too hard in the kitchen? You haven't broken a nail or anything?" "Nothing I can't handle," Barocca muttered under her breath. It was no use antagonizing Rhiannon. The memory of Rhiannon having her revenge on her was still fresh in her mind, and she had no desire to want to repeat it. "Today's the big day, girl. You'll finally get to see your partner again. You. ” The plant beats me to my clit. What looks like a flower buds up right next to my clit, opens up, then clamps down hard on my love button. My knees buckle as the plant plays with my clit mercilessly, rubbing and twisting my clit while lubing it up with some hot liquid. I scream as an orgasm hits me, my pussy clasping the vine and my entire body becoming weak. The plant doesn’t stop though, and I start crying as my now tired pussy is still stretched, and my sensitive clit flicked.