She could feel the worms shaped like tentacles at the base of the penis throttle the lining of her pussy lips and clit; the size of the demon’s pric... wasn’t the source of the pain but the brutality which it was being used was; she felt the thing stretch her insides to the point of breaking as though it were a sentient being in of itself that wanted to tear her apart from the inside out; she could feel every millimeter of the demon’s tool of rape as though it were her own; it was unlike anything. Are you going to be part of my treat, too? Yes, if thats what you want, darling. Oh, I do. I cant wait to have some birthday pussy, instead of cake, with a cock to blow instead of a candle. And then Ill make a wish. And what will you wish for? More of the same, and maybe…maybe something different too. Oh, like? Well, maybe something like Aunt Josie has. Ah, I think it must run in the family, Sara said, and bent to kiss her daughter again as Phip began running his fingers up Cindys long, smooth. My wife!" Your... ?" Lynn stammered. She had no idea Peter was married. He wore no ring and never mentioned it."Yes," he continued, "Denise, you see, is not only lovely, she also has some very special charms. Denise," he said smiling, "why don't you show Lynn just how special you are."Again Lynn detected anguish in the eyes of the beautiful wife as she unhooked her dress and let it fall. The shimmering hose and ebony garter belt accentuated the black thong and bra which barely contained the. .."She hurried to collect her jewellery her family photo albums, her few keepsakes: memories of her time in the RAF and her marriage with Tom Reagan. The rest was personal items: toiletries, underwear, swimsuit, dresses, skirts, tops, and a couple of protective hats: decorative hats she was not interested in, nor fancy shoes. All she took were hardwearing brogues and other utilitarian shoes. A few packs of nylons and a couple of silk scarves more or less completed her packing.She thought she.