He was fucked faster and faster. The bottom half of his body had been lifted up on the floor at an angle that allowed the tentacle to penetrate even f...urther into his ass. He had cum at least twice that he could recollect, everything was starting to turn into a blur. Every so often the tentacle in his ass would pull out, and copious amounts of the fluid it was pumping into him would leak out of him and down the back of his legs and because of the position he was in, would work their way around. The girls were almost identical. Before I went off to college, I could not tell them apart. Both had strawberry blonde hair and their faces had freckles sprinkled on them. Now, although they were very similar, there were noticeable differences.Amy, was a head taller than Angel, and thinner. She had a flat stomach and long toned legs. Angel on the other hand, was not fat, but thicker than her sister and her breasts looked to be at least a couple of cups bigger. Both still had their freckles, and. She took a little of her saliva on her fingers and smeared it on my cock for lubrication. It was not necessary as her pussy was fully drenched with her own oily juice.With her left hand, she separated her vaginal walls while with the right hand, she caught my cock and guided it into her hole. It went fully inside her the way a big hot iron rod was pierced into a lump of cheese. Once my cock fully inside her, she started making thunderous thrusts with her pussy. In utmost ecstasy, she leaned her. “Nonsense,” he said, “I’ve made enough food and I insist you have some.” Woody countered. She protested, but he was having none of it.Then Woody told her that she could use the large sofa in his lounge to sleep on, because heavy rain was expected in the early hours of the following morning. Sylvia was a little unsettled by his enthusiasm, but the thought of hot food, sheltered accommodation and the use of a bathroom, finally won the day. Woody then suggested she get what she need from her bike,.