Much like Ashley, Alyssa’s thong did not leave much to the imagination either. We could see her pussy lips peeking out on either side of the thong, ...nd her asshole was hardly covered at all in this position. “Oh wow,” Madison said. “Your butthole is more visible than Ashley’s was!”“Lucky us,” Ashley laughed. “Oh God,” Alyssa said, blushing. I laughed. “Isn’t that the whole point?” I asked. “Yeah, but it’s still kind of a lot that you guys can see my butthole.”“I’m certainly not complaining,”. They flung the door open, stripped off their clothes, and ran to the bedroom, feeling their jaws drop at the sight before them.Isaac’s project was on the floor at the foot of the bed, about the size of a beer keg. It had an aluminum skeleton frame made from bicycles with top lined with the seat cushions of a junked car. Inside was the motor from the broken power sander, turning a gear with a riveted arm attached. The arm had a secondary joint, turning the rotational movement of the arm into a. She pressed his still firm erection against her chest, squeezing her breasts around it with her upper arms, the organ long enough to reach from her navel to her chin. She shuffled forward on her knees to get a little closer to Sleethe, and he watched her as she started to slide her fingers up and down his smooth shaft.It was slippery, and still coated in a copious layer of his ejaculate, hanging from the flared glans in thick ropes that broke to fall to her boobs. There was so much of it,. “You’re quite good-looking you know.”I heard her say it but took a few seconds to register what Barbara had said.I could feel the blush rising when Barbara added, “That suit looks good. You’ve really grown up.”All I could manage was, “Oh,” because I had nothing else to say.Barbara chuckled and rolled her eyes. “God, don’t tell me you’re one of those shy ones.”With the heat in my face, I blurted, “I’m sorry.”Disquiet curdled in the pit of my stomach when Barbara, after a glance around the room,.