I wanted to save that for you.” “And my daughter's okay with that?” I asked. My daughters didn't have the same effect on women that I did. They were more like men, though from what I understood in the last two months as the first of them turned eighteen, that women sought them out, wanting the thrill of a futanari even if they couldn't have have me. “Yes, she is,” Jen said. “I give her handjobs and blowjobs. And we've done anal. Of adorable course.” “Of course,” I said, my girl-dick swelling in my panties I wore beneath my skirt. With so many of my futanari-daughters in the world, companies were finally producing sexy panties that had room for big dicks in them. No more boy shorts or going gangbang commando for me. I could even wear a frilly thong. tight “Anal is such a treat. I'm glad you're treating Lola right.” My eyes gazed down at her breasts as they rose and fell. The limo pulled away from the sidewalk. “So it's true, my daughters are running the campaign?” “Lola and Rebecca spearheaded this movement since they started high school. They got all their friends involved, even girlfriend me.” Jen smiled. “Your other daughters they know also joined it. perky We've been focusing our lives on this. In a moment mommy’s going to have her way with you again, but for now just keep drinking, just keep nursing, keep on brainwashing yourself. With the red girlfriend veil as a background, the silver charm, with "SLUT" in two inch letters, shone like the sun confirming to anyone exactly what she had become. When she gets out of sight, you walk amongst the crowd, get to your Maths tight class and sit at your seat. I have no clothes to wear. “Damn, Chris, you almost got that joy,” another guy said and laughed. “Is that gonna be too big for you?” Me traveling with a bunch of males, I was literally bound to be sharing their beds. Gloria wrapped her short, thick legs around Deana's waist and hooked her feet on the globes of Deana's gangbang ass. It was the thick end and it was splintered at the break, the piece looked to be a couple of feet long. Terry was inside, facing away from him. adorable Stacey's stomach lurched. She was about to scream for help perky when one of the men produced a gun from his belt and he now starts to wave it about in front of her while he smiles at her. If Mr. James really didn’t believe her, why did it feel like I was in trouble?