I jerked my hand away to see a mound on top of the blob, very similar in shape to Becky's boob, pov slowly sinking down to the normally smooth surface. What the actual fuck, I thought, staring at the smooth pink surface. I remembered last week when Candy had accidentally lost her towel oral on the way out of the bathroom, I got a good eyeful of her perky C-cups as she scrambled to cover herself. I remembered, clearly, the pale skin tone and pink nipples, as she blushed furiously. The blob humped up a perfect replica of Candy's boobs, even the colors seemed to shift to match my memory. I placed my palms over those bumps, they felt like boobs, they squeezed like boobs, they felt wonderful. I jerked my hands back. I was fantasizing groping my sister, not something I normally did. I mean, I love my sister in a big brother, protect her, kind of way. I had never actually thought of her as a woman, most of my mental images of her being in the eight to ten-year-old range when she'd been quite the tomboy. But I reminded myself, this isn't Candy, just some bizarre blob that made boobs that looked like hers. I needed to get back to safe ground, thinking of Becky's boobs again. The blob obligingly humped up into Becky's soft, slightly flaccid boobs. I grabbed them, squeezing and rubbing them like the real thing. They even showed Becky's slightly darker skin tone and her large dark nipples. This was making me hard as I remembered that afternoon up at the lake. She wouldn't let me go all the way but black did let me finger her cunt, wet and warm to my fingers. The blob shifted under my hands into a fair approximation of a woman's crotch. asian I slid my hand down to the cleft between the suggestion of legs, feeling the folds of Becky's cunt lips and the opening of her cunt, feeling exactly as remembered, wet and warm. The replica boobs had faded away as material flowed to form the replica cunt. This was getting interesting. The blob public reminded me of a slime creature from one of my favorite role-playing games, able to form almost any shape. “Holy fuck!” I gasped loudly. “What did he say?” Dave wondered. During our time together Jace would do everything he pov could think of to hurt and/or embarrass me like yesterday when he was sliding multiple fingers into my hole as he had me bent over a love seat at his families summer home. "I have an idea that might help things. Good Mother, it was intoxicating. “You’re not used to being submissive, are you Elena?” I chuckled, “Five days with nothing but slaves, and you oral start to think you’re a force to be reckoned with.” I ran my fingertips down her elegant spine, watching her flesh prickle with the barest of touches, “I suppose when your only bed partners have been succubi and the Dark Queen, it’s easy to think you’re a veritable stud.” My fingers ran over the small of her back, and she shuddered from foot to head. I stared approvingly and with desire. show me yours. About an hour later we came across Hannah again. “I think our next…eh, ‘project’ will cheer you right up.” She thrust her fingers against asian my hymen. Thank you... Ahhhh! “Sorry, but I’ve wanted to do that all night.” I couldn’t believe what I let happen last night. The twilight faded into nothing earlier than usual. My escort, similarly uncertain what black to do, also hesitates, and we can’t avoid hearing the conversation as follows: You made my daughter eat your public cunt. “Though your asshole tasted kinda good, too.”