Someone tall and broad with dark hair. It was Jason, a guy Id been crushing on for months. He is exactly my type: a little older (he is 30), about 61..., with thick black hair, cool blue eyes, sexy as hell smile, and the perfect amount of bulk on his build (Ive always preferred bigger guys). He had a short beard going, which suited him perfectly. A rush of hot juices filled my incredibly horny hole at the thought of being in a dark, locked room alone with him. I was normally pretty shy around. " I laughed and gripped her hips. "Stop fucking moving will you!"She stopped and made as if to pull herself off me."What's wrong Tommy, I was just abou...."Slowly it dawned on her as she felt the first spurt of urine I'd forced out."Oooh you dirty, perverted little cunt Tommy."I relaxed then and my natural bodily functions took over, she purred like a cat as it gushed into her anus, filling her, warming her, the purr turned into a moan, the moan into little squeals of delight, then she came as. "Next to speak up was the Duck girl, "I'm Selene. I play a bowharp for the band that's here tonight. I also dance for them as well. And this is my little brother, Marcko," she gestured to the other Duck standing next to her."Yes," Marcko replied, "I am Marcko, drummer and another dancer. We, and the rest of our group hail from Icy Straits, way south of here." We are excited about having our bottoms used in such a unique way," Selene added, "Any chance to have things stuffed up our..." Yes,. I sighed heavily, the heaviest sigh I’ve had the displeasure of sighing. I made one last search of the house, ending my investigation with the closets. The front closet made me stop. The back of the closet was a cleverly disguised door, the hinges and handle hidden by the arms of hanging coats. I opened the door and was greeted with a dark staircase. I could only imagine what was at the bottom of that rank set of steps. I steeled myself before descending, all sorts of terrible ideas flooding my.