Kodachi wanted more of Shampoo's tongue since their roof time playing wasn't enough stood up at her face so Shampoo could eat her again. Maybe because he'd had to work so hard for so long before Ranma had given him what he should have gotten on their wedding night. But, just as his stomach muscles clenched a pair of small, but very strong, hands wrapped around his ankles and pulled hard. The end of his cock battering her cervix as it reached the back of her sex with a few inches still outside. With each swing of his hip, he felt a fraction more of his shaft penetrating Ranma. Thinking about that got her daydreaming and as she continued to probe her rosebud with a slender finger an image formed in her mind.
Ranma, now back to his old virile male self; well, not all that virile at the moment, his dick was still suffering from too much Yuriko, advanced on Shampoo. Ranma let out a giggle, something she would deny tooth and claw if brought to her attention. Shampoo could see her hands clenching tightly, her blunt fingernails digging into her palms. Then brought out some flavored finger, paints he had taken out of Nabiki's toy box. Sauntering over to them as they played with vibrators to tickle each others large tits and what appear to be some kind of food type under wear on each of them.
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Taro soon slid out so he could give her his large tongue up her wet pussy. I will also admit to blatantly stealing a concept from GTO. A mixture of sperm and spit coated his shaft and ran down Ranma's chin as she continued to milk him for every drop. Nabiki screamed some more then thrust up ward to play along with the poor little captive. Ranma smiled as he thought of more pussy. His expression turned from long suffering, to very lecherous in a heartbeat. Ranma moaned as his shaft slowly slid out of her tight stretched hole, and gasped as Shampoo's now free hands found her breasts and squeezed hard.
Ranma and Ranko provided the bulk of the explanation, mostly with Ranko correcting things that Ranma had misremembered. Ranma then reluctantly pulled away from her marvelous tongue to push himself, in deep. The apron over his head only filtered the overhead light, giving Ranma's bare thighs a dappled appearance, but leaving the cleft between her legs shadowed. The group at the table took a sip of their tea. Ranko followed Kasumi into the kitchen again, and gave Akane a knowing wink as she did so.