I forced myself to relax, knowing it was the only way to put an end to this horrific fantasy. But all hopes of escape fled the second the tentacles be...gan grinding against my nipples. At horrified as I was by my body’s reaction, I could do nothing to stop the arousal from entering it. Nor could I repel the sensation of blissfulness that filled me when the slimy appendages began stroking my slit.I knew there was no point in yelling, but the horror of the situation made it impossible for me to. He sat in our dinning room and I took the chance to sit opposite him, I was feeling really nervous and could see him looking at my tits. When I looked down my blouse was slightly open and he could see part of my tits and my skirt had rode up to reveal a small amount of stocking top. Simon was wearing a light blue pair of jogging pants and as we chatted I encourage my skirt to ride up reveling my suspenders and a small amount of skin. I could see a big bulge starting to appear next to his left. The soiled panties shimmering in the wind dangling from his grasp as he smelled them. "You smell delightful too."Sandra smirked as she sat back down, her legs astride his chest.Wilson's trunk brought the panties to her face, carefully wiping his cold seed from her face. She leaned into his touch, enjoying the attention, even if she didn't mind keeping the stains.He dropped the panties to the side of the bed before wrapping his trunk once around her waist in a light hug, the tip of it starting. You laugh and give a low whistle. Grinning ear to ear I grab the infuriating device and turn it off completely. Turning around and leaning against your dresser, I observe your smiling, mischievous face. "What?" I ask. You raise your eyebrows, and I follow your eyes as they trail down my body, lingering over my breasts and closed thighs. "Come back to bed?" you ask giving your sweetest 'I promise I'll be nice' face. "Not!" I laugh, grabbing a towel and heading to the bathroom. I can hear you.