The pressure Mark is applying to his cock increases at the sight of what is happening as the alien tree lifts Karen into the air. She hangs limp, unab...e to do anything but be enjoyed, and in turn be enjoyed by, the tentacles that grow more aggressive as they ready to fill her with the tree’s sweet nectar.The sweet nectar is what sustains her being like no food or drink can and today she needs more than usual, no she craves it more. After doing the alien tree’s bidding and recruiting for it, she. Fortunately, mum didn't come home from work until a half-hour later, or else I would have had a tough time explaining all my time in the bathroom. But my infatuation with my mum had begun. That summer, I was in my bedroom, when I looked out the window and saw my mum and her best friend Bronwen sunbathing on the grass. Both were dolled up in little bikinis. Bronwen was plump, around her mid 40s, with a nice dark tan and dark hair like mum. But mum, in her dark red bikini, stole the show. Her. ” She did just that the stove lowered in a trice; she sat slowly onto his turgid full fore-skinned prick which needed no assistance finding its way deep into her very wet and expectant sex. For but a second they remained still savouring the moment before the urgent dance began, his strong hands gripping her hips, aiding her to lift and drop her body her on that rigid post deep inside her love tunnel. It was urgent, long awaited, needed, craved even, the pain and frustration forgotten in. "Honey, I'm really tired, I don't want..." Sharon's protest dried in her mouth at the door. Greg had been busy. The room was bathed in soft candlelight and a soothing aromatic blend of lavender and chamomile filled the air. A towel covered the bed and a large bottle of oil sat on the bedside table."A massage, no strings attached. OK?"A grateful smile answered him. "Can I finish my wine first?" Oh, I think so. Now, sit down."She sat on the edge of the bed and sipped her wine while he went to.