He moved so that the tip touched my daughter's swollen pussy lips.“Okay, you will feel like you have met a wall; that’s fine, just push through it...,” I said.Matt nodded and then gently pushed himself inside Clara. I could see her pussy stretch and then I looked away at her face. Her mouth was half open; her fingers dug into the sheets.“Ow, ow, slowly, honey, slowly,” she whispered.“Sorry.”“Oh, oh, it feels good, but it hurts a little.”From where I sat, I could see that Matt was about halfway. The sight made my heart race. What was that? It almost looked like a person. But no person could move that quickly. I tried to stare at the same place until my eyes began to water, focusing on getting the most out of the next appearance. A white shape, definitely human, once again appeared in the corner of my eye. This time I could discern an unnaturally long river of golden hair trailing behind the figure, moving much the same way as the elven mist around it. A woman! Here, so deep into the. ”Em exited the limousine, shaking her head at how much larger it was than her Camry. She headed towards the stately brownstone in the middle of the block. The only sign anything was amiss was a single New York CSI van parked in front. However, there wasn’t any police tape or a patrolman to be seen.“Hey, Em!” She turned to see her partner, Doug Wei, jogging to catch up with her. “What the hell is going on?” he whispered, as if afraid a superior might step out of the shrubbery surrounding them.. That realization sent a new shudder through him and he cringed at thesight the largest plug.He turned away and closed his eyes to the sight, willing himself to staycalm and quiet. And then a new curiosity came over him. He reached outtentatively to the lid of the the small case next to the pink plugs.With trembling fingers, he gingerly lifted the lid and his painted lipsformed silent circle of surprise as he peeked inside. Nestled in neatcut-outs were a number of other toys--dildos in pink.