There was something absolutely delicious about getting it on with someone in the family and Symphony wanted more of it. More... more... more... Sympho...y looked at her mom's firm body, smiling. Her mother, at thirty-four, had kept herself in excellent shape. Her legs were smoothly tapered. No ugly marks of fat anywhere. Perhaps her ass was a little larger than it needed to be, Symphony mused, but that was okay. Many men liked a big ass. And the tits. Yeah, her tits were fine. Not as large as. When the strap-on was belted to Mistress Robin's satisfaction, she looked around the room for a moment before her eyes settled on mine. She walked (strutted actually), the phallus swaying back and forth obscenely, over to my table, bent over, her tiny breasts a few inches from my face, and said in a soft sultry tone, "Pardon me, Sir, but would you please be so kind as to assist me? " Thinking to myself, 'What the hell,' I smiled and said, "Of course." I stood up and added, "How may I help. The seriously overweight Mister Hineyman insisted on her removing all her clothing below her waistline. He enjoyed pressing her down with his bulky weight with his entire business buried deep in her anal passageway. She was reminded how he looked like some alien creature focused on flooding her gut with his monster-like stickiness. He verbally chastised her sense of feminine dignity by describing to her in great detail how it looked to have her sphincter stretched to the limit. She felt his. “I like guys, I want kids, I don’t want to date any girl,” Alex said, “but I can’t deny that this turns me on…” Alex looked over to Cynthia, knowing Cynthia felt the same way. Cynthia looked back at Alex, and then said, “I guess Alex is right…I feel the same way.” She then sat back down, and looked at the floor. “Glad you two finally admitted it,” Julie said smiling. “Now, the question is what do we do about it.” “I wouldn’t mind having some fun now and then,” Alex said. Cynthia looked at.