“But, I wasn’t hard. Yet.” I glanced out at the studio audience, almost feeling their energetic excitement. “I think we all know what happened...next.”A sultry murmur came from the audience.“It’s so obvious now, but back then I was in a panic.” I smiled, staring out at the audience as I remembered the evening almost thirty years ago... September 30th, 2017“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Albertson,” I babbled, trying to cover up my breasts and my new futa-cock all at the same time. Coke sloshed out of the can. That did make me shiver a little. She returned both hands to my ass and started massaging the oil in, squeezing my cheeks and spreading them. I couldn't help it as I moaned a little.I bit my lip as she slid a well oiled thumb over my little pink teen asshole – I even wiggled against it. I couldn't believe how wet this was making me and she knew it. I totally forgot about my thigh as she gently pushed the tip of her thumb into my little asshole, she eased it out then back in, this time even. To make it look less embarrassing, I began to kiss him on the lips. It turned both of us on, especially him, who penetrated my pussy.He pressed his palms hard against my ass and began to fuck me. I too tickled his lust by playing with his rough buttocks. He began to kiss me to cover up the moaning noise that I was making.I wanted him to press my boobs, but he was still playing with my ass. Barely a few minutes into the act, he pulled out his cock and ejaculated all over my thighs.There was. We chose an architect to rebuild my old house. We chose to have them tear out the old foundation and start from scratch. This put the completion date back by 8 months, but I had a new place to live so it wasn't a big deal. The final version of the house was going to be three car garage, two stories with a sun room in the back and all of the amenities that a modern home needs. The basement was set aside for storage and the utilities along with the garage. Expanded to three cars from the original.