Not sure what I'll do that second week.When did it change from "We the people" to "screw the people"?Even duct tape can't fix stupid ... but it can mu...fle the sound!Why do I have to press one for English when you're just gonna transfer me to someone I can't understand anyway?Of course I talk to myself, sometimes I need expert advice.Oops! Did I roll my eyes out loud?At my age "Getting lucky" means walking into a room and remembering what I came in there for.Chocolate comes from cocoa which is a. Mistress Katrina cleaned the sissy'sbaby cock with her soft cotton tissue. The pain in my belly was verystrong.I cried: "Oh no! The pain in my belly is very strong! My bladder willexplode!"Mistress Satin slapped my face and my hair whipped my face. I keptjumping impaling myself with the seven-inch wooden phallus. I could seethat Peepee is licking the handkerchief. Mistress Katrina is holding itin front of her face and strings of transparent and white sissy cummixed with saliva hang from Sissy. “Ohh you’re so wet Faye, I love your wet pussy.” I am now hammering away at her sex, my balls slapping against her pussy. My thumb traces her arsehole and I push it in, she seems to enjoy it, wriggling her bum to encourage me on.My pace slows and I pull out of her. “I really want to fuck your ass, please, please let me.”“No.”“Go on, I promise not to be too rough.”“Get the lube then, it’s in the bathroom cabinet.”I return from the bathroom with a bottle of baby oil. I open the lid and coat my. “You have to breed her! Allah sent you to us to give us babies!”“Yes!” Wahida moaned. “My wife, my sweet Nova, you have to give her that gift.”“Damn,” I groaned, my mouth popping off that sweet nipple. “You're right, I do. Allah sent me here with a mission.”I raised my head. My tongue licked across my lips, gathering up the wonderful cream. This wicked delight surged through me. I groaned, my futa-dick throbbing and aching. This passion pulsed from my pussy to the tip of my girl-cock. I had to.