Mr. Reed, though twenty years Violet's senior,was like any man. It was impossible for him to resist a beautiful girl. Justbefore he was to arrive home..., Jenny had prepared herself, dressing in a longsilken dress that displayed her breasts well. It wasn't hard to interest Mr.Reed, despite his knowledge of her mere 18 years. He wanted her, like any man,and within half an hour, they where in bed. He liked it rough, she found to herpleasure, holding her hands above her head as he thrust deep into. They helped Keily to carry the plant's offspring to the bathroom. They cleaned the girl meticulously and brought her back to the bed. They all observed the teen carefully. She had acquired the best features of every girl that was fucked by the cocoon. She was the image of perfection with a slim body, perfect breasts, long legs ... everything was flawless.The young girl started to wake up. She opened her big blue eyes and looked around. The girls were curious to see what the pretty teen was. I didn't think I would look any more glamorous in new clothes as she had suggested.Anyway, the drive to Vegas was pleasant. We talked about everything under the sun and it was relaxing just to be with her.I had never been to Vegas and the lights amazed me. I never saw such lights in my life. I felt the excitement as we drove down the famous strip to the hotel where we had reservations.When we arrived at our room I thought a mistake had been made. It was a beautiful suite. Beverly assured me. The voyeur wanted to touch it, wanted to see if it was as perfect as it looked, wanted to kiss Clarissa's tattoo, to feel the softness of her butterfly, feel it flutter.The woman, naked now, her nipples standing taut on her well formed breasts, her shaven pussy wet with a desire that the man outside the window could almost smell, whispered something in her lover's ear. The watcher wants her too, wants them both, naked, to do as they will with him, whatever they will.The night clerk lifted.