"Add one butt plug... instant slut!" giggled Denise. We all cracked up again and I think the margueritas were doing their job. I was starting to feel ...much more relaxed. I was even starting to enjoy being the centre of attention. Like I'd done stuff others hadn't. It was kind of fun! "I think you left something out," said Martelle. "I did?" I asked innocently. "You didn't actually wear your bikini bottoms to the beach, did you?" "No, Ma'am. Oh, my God. You won't believe this! I had to hang. “I’ve invited the whole family to come and visit over the weekend, honey,” she informed me, “won’t that be nice.”Oh, fuck that soon? I tried to think but it was difficult as daddy continued to play with my clit, mum’s hands had slid along my thighs and her thumbs were stroking me through my shorts. I let out an involuntary moan as they combined to persuade me. It seemed I had no choice. I just hoped that the son was good-looking, and the daughter was pretty. As for the mother and father who. We went around to the side door that enters the garage, opened it slowly so she didn't make any noise and stepped inside pulling me in behind her. The stereo was playing fairly loud so we couldn't be heard, we entered the kitchen, no one was there so we checked the rest of the first floor, no-one was downstairs. Marny sat me down in the living room and told me to stay there while she checked the rest of the house.Our bedroom was the last room, Marny swung the door open and there was Paul, in a. Suddenly there was a fifth inside me! It wasn't a thumb, so it took me a second to realize that they were using both hands to finger me and stretch me out. Every time the increased the number of fingers and the stretching, the discomfort was almost unbearable. But through slow manipulation and harshness, each subsequent stretching It became more and more painful until it I was almost unconscious. Then they would add another finger. Now they were up to seven fingers! Around the fourth time they.