.. so delicious. The smell was wonderful. I didn't think I could get enough of it. I kept her nightshirt over my nose and mouth all the way to the bat...hroom door.When I handed the nightshirt to Mom, she put it on. Period. I didn't leave the room, and she didn't turn away. When she raised her arms over her head, her breasts rose, too, and I watched, transfixed. Mom was becoming more beautiful by the moment, and I was becoming less and less bothered by my enjoyment of her as a woman.After Mom got. If Betty was available, she would also participate with the girls. Karen liked to make her stand up and snap to attention and then squat very low on her perch – impaling her asshole down on the fat dildo by the couch. Karen was kind enough to give Betty time to lube her asshole between sessions so she wouldn’t hurt herself – but her ass was almost always stretched out between sessions. These sit-down/stand up drills were pretty frequent during the day when they were alone.Karen still felt a. It was while he was absorbed in the delightful wriggling and the mewling sounds made by the dying bug as he squeezed it half to death before dropping it down to be eaten by his special project. ‘And then those two evil things grabbed me!’ He shuddered at the memory of unclean, lesser creatures actually touching him. It was worse than a horror story. And now he was trapped inside his own school project, both his body and his mind contaminated beyond redemption by the vile aliens that had caught. I would not like to be a boy. I would not like it, Call-Me-Roy.Roy: Would you be one at a dance? Would you be one wearing pants?Girl: Not at a dance, not wearing pants. Not in a car, not at a bar. Not in the pool, not at a school. I would not be one here or there. I would not be one anywhere. I would not like to be a boy. I would not like it, Call-Me-Roy.Roy: Would you, could you, when you pee? It's so delightful, you will see!Girl: I would not, could.