I stood up, and felt his hands on me, one reaching to collect a massive handful of my breast, and the other in my hair, thick black fingers controllin... my head, until I was twisted and lips upturned to begin a passionate kiss. My hands reached to his, pink nail polish perfect from the fresh manicure over the weekend, and my petite fingers simply rode on the hand pawing my breast, strong fingers groping and squeezing it, until it would certainly bruise. My voice let out a small moan of pain as. I wonder where the pressures come from.But, still, we three have extremely good looking vaginas – pink, tending to fat, lips slightly pressing closed, and lightly hairy, with almost natural bikini lines. Almost, though that scarcely matters, for all three of us are rather diligent about maintaining bald, shaven pussies as a hygiene thing.Watching the stunning blonde cringing shyly, brought home the reality of our inexperience in matters sexual, and Mandy looked helplessly at me, embarrassment. The boy's stomach heaved. His erection bounced inrhythm to his beating heart, the head appeared silvery in the light.A buzzing chitter from the master succubus; the novice creature becamedistressed, it moved to grab the boy, hesitated, attempted to position itssnout over the penis. No sooner did the opening kiss the tip of the boy'serection than the teen uttered a loud `Ungff!', his hips locked, a spatterof very white cream burst out coating the aperture of the tube; thecreature panicked; a. Tillian reached towards Myre, and plucked one of her hairs off the top of her head. “This will do,” Tillian said.Tillian placed the hair inside her palm and it seemed to melt into her skin. Tillian seemed to give a small shudder and a faint blue aura glowed around her. Suddenly, there was a flash, and Myre and Leya averted their eyes. When they turned back and blinked, Myre stood where Tillian was, or at least, Tillian looked exactly like Myre.“How do I look?” Tillian asked, in Myre’s voice.“Do.