.. It didn't feel like the head of a penis. I felt like the head of aperson. My asshole quickly stretched beyond its already stretched-out limitand I ...elt my eyes bulging out of my head. Now I was free to scream - andscream I did, all the while the enormous intruder kept stretching me more,and more, and more, and then some more. I was trashing in my bonds unableeven to beg them to stop, transfixed on the camera, squealing like a pig tothe great amusement of my audience. The eye of the lens. Music was on the radio and they were already planning a hike for the next day. It was almost as if nothing had happened between them but it had. Pulling up in front of the house Byron saw both Maggie’s car and Janice’s car. He frowned as the two of them got out. “Guess they are here,” Byron said. Inside Byron was about to call out when he heard a curious sound from upstairs. It was a whimper. Both Omar and Byron looked at each other quizzical expressions on their faces. They started up the. How’s it feel to have that tight ass of you filled with my daddy’s cock?”Between moans we heard Emily “I have never had something to hurt so good! My ass will never be the same again!”Amber giggled. “I know what you mean, I bet my pussy will never be tight again!”I watched as Amber threw her leg across me and crawled off the bed stopping with her right foot still on the bed spreading her legs wide “Look at this!” she said pointing between her legs. I stared at her we sloppy pussy there on. Mind you, the gravy was even better than usual, so perhaps it was worth using the good stuff.Grandma had made a couple of Jelly Creams for pudding, even though it was wintertime. She knew how much we enjoyed them. The packet mix was made by Symingtons of Market Harborough, about thirty miles away, and they had been a favourite Sunday Lunch pud of ours since childhood. I don't know how they thought of making jellies with hot milk to produce something much better than a blancmange, but it was a.