"I at'm Carl," he introduced himself. "I just machines want fucking to have a little assfuckingatfuckingmachines fun with you, Angie baby."

"Grown-up fun, Angie ass baby," he replied smugly. He advanced ass on her confidently. "The kind ass of fun fucking you probably don assfuckingatfuckingmachines't get to have, all shut up in the house like fucking this."

Reaching into her cleavage, Angie drew forth a ass jeweled pendant attached to blonde a chain around her neck, which Carl hadn pics't ass noticed she was wearing assfuckingatfuckingmachines. "This was Angie's mommy's," she said, letting fucking the ass gem dangle in front of her machine breasts machine, swaying gently pics. "Isn't it pretty? All shiny and sparkly, so nice to look ass at."

"Very blonde nice," Carl murmured blonde politely. He was more interested in her boobs than machines her bauble, but despite himself, his eyes began to assfuckingatfuckingmachines track the shiny object as it swung slowly back and forth.

"Now as you watch Angie's magic stone," Angie went on, "feel yourself being drawn to it, yes fucking machine blonde, feel yourself assfuckingatfuckingmachines rising, shrinking, being pulled assfuckingatfuckingmachines toward the stone at, yes fucking machine blonde, rising, shrinking, being pulled toward the blonde stone."

"Yes," Carl assfuckingatfuckingmachines agreed assfuckingatfuckingmachines. "Resting on the blonde stone. Tiny little Carl. Firmly held. Relaxed. Yes." And it was pics true. Every sense Carl owned told fucking him he was now lying, completely ass relaxed, on the warm, glittering surface fucking of Angie's magic stone.

Angie tucked the pendant back into fucking her bosom. Carl whimpered as ass, in his mind, he was enveloped ass by vast masses of soft tit-flesh. He was suffocating ass, smothering, but it was wonderful, wonderful--.

Angie laughed softly fucking and fucking clapped her hands. "Oh, goody! That machine's just what Angie wants too!"

"Yes, Angie," Phil Cordero said meekly.

"Nothing bad is . . . happening here. . . ."

"Yes, Angie pics." The boy obeyed, a silly smile spreading over his pics face. Watching, Angie felt herself heating up. Carl was nicely muscled and handsome, and now rigidly erect, his engorged dick sticking out at ass a right angle machines to his body machine. "Perfect ass," she breathed ass, "just fucking machine blonde perfect." She hurried machines out of her own clothes.

"Yes, ma'am?" he asked ass.

"Yes, Angie assfuckingatfuckingmachines," Phil said, already assfuckingatfuckingmachines beginning to shed the ass butler fantasy as he at turned to ass leave machines.

Angie assfuckingatfuckingmachines ate ravenously and gulped her soda, then fed Carl ass, propping his head up with one slender arm and bringing the food to his mouth. He ate and drank mechanically until assfuckingatfuckingmachines everything was gone.

"Angie's ass going to send ass you home fucking machine blonde soon, Carl," she told him. "When at Angie does, you will not remember coming pics over here. You machine will not remember what happened here assfuckingatfuckingmachines. Do you fucking understand, Carl?"

"Yes, Angie," Carl murmured. "You're going to send me home soon machine. I will not remember coming . . . over here. Not remember . . . what happened here."

Angie laughed softly. Carl assfuckingatfuckingmachines had been such fun.