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Our Moms were out in the hall by now and had very determined looks on their faces."Where are these men?" Mother Katie demanded sternly."They're still ...n our bedroom," Annie told her before taking in a long shuddering breathe. "We remembered the spell for changing things and changed them into frogs. It was the only thing we could think of," she managed to tell us before she broke down in tears again."What happened next?" Mother Margie asked, quietly."We ran out of the room. We didn't want to be. My own breathing was shortening as Tammy’s mouth moved faster. As I rubbed Michelle faster, Tammy sucked me faster. I heard Michelle moan out loud as she came over the sounds I was making as I shot time after time into the back of Tammy’s throat. I think both of us would have fallen to the ground had we not been supporting each other. We watched Tammy stand, licking her lips. She turned her head to Michelle and kissed her as I reached behind her for her ass cheeks and anus only to find. Its eyes were red rimmed black. Its face was covered with bristly black hair, with pointed ears and a wide black smile full of jagged canines. She knew it was demonic and knew it was going to hurt her. Strings of her blond hair plastered to her forehead and neck as cold sweat broke out over her body. The creature’s nails tore into Angela’s breast, slicing through the night gown to the skin beneath. The pain made her whimper and her vision blurred as tears gushed. The fiend leaned over her. Heather was doing everything that he wanted, his desires fueled by many evenings of watching hardcore porn movies while his mother was out on her latest sexual conquest. He simply duplicated what he saw in the movies in his mind, and Heather did his bidding, just like his own personal porn star.Heather responded to his every desire. She leaned forward simply because she knew Richie wanted her tits. He grabbed at them, roughly fondling and kneading them like dough. Heather uttered delighted,.
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