When we got to my house he stopped the car across the street under a big oak tree that sort of hung out over the road, and offered a dark spot in the ...therwise bright night, and started asking me about my movie date again. He wanted to know if the boy had his hand in my bra, or up my skirt, and I admitted his hand was inside my top, but that he didn’t get his hand up my skirt. His next question was, “did I ever let boys touch me there” and again I was blushing, and told him a little white lie,. “Before I leave you to yourself, I want you to meet my associate.” Adam turned back to Jane, his arm out, displaying her. “Philip, meet Jane. Jane, Philip.” A young man stepped out from the doorway, looking like nothing so much as a younger model of Adam. He was crisp, clean cut, with lighter hair and eyes than Adam, but that same chiseled appearance and impeccable attire. His appearance suggested a stockbroker or lawyer. The young man Philip stepped forward to get a good look at Jane, his eyes. I reached up with both hands, guiding it to my mouth. Her breasts were now almost the size of a beach ball, but soft and pliable in my hands and mouth. The more I moved my hands the more I felt them grow until my head was almost buried beneath them. I couldn’t even put my arms around the swollen breasts as my face burrowed into her flesh. Wave of yellow and green now washed over her flesh and I felt my cock grow harder. Her tentacles wrapped around my waist and down each leg, the hundreds. Her complexion, however, was alabaster white, pure, flawless. She almost looked albino; I knew that she had to cover up in the sun, or else she burnt quickly. I had used that fact before.Her downcast eyes hid what I knew was her best asset, so I told her to "Look at me!" She raised her eyes to me, those beautiful deep blue eyes that I'd fallen for first. They were shadowed, troubled. As well they might be, for she was to be punished. I punished hard."Follow!" I ordered, and turned on my heel. I.