His mother wasn't the kind to belittle or say nasty things about his father and all she ever said was "sometimes there are things that you just can't ...ontrol." So Dan never really found out.As soon as the car disappeared over the crescent of the hill, Dan darted back into the house and ran upstairs. He stood waiting at the window for a little while, checking to make sure his mother hadn't forgotten something and had to return. When enough time had passed, he made his way into his mother's room. “I suppose,” I said, my eyes looking around.I threw a look over my shoulder and groaned as I spotted Mrs. Reyes, my math teacher. She wore a charcoal-gray skirt that went down to her knees but didn’t hide that delicious, bubbly ass. My clit throbbed, wanting to turn into a futa-dick.“Uh, are you drooling over Mrs. Reyes’s ass?” asked Natalie.My stomach went cold. I remembered that I couldn’t trust my best friend any longer. She was my futa-mom’s sex slave. If I let it out that I was staring at. “Here’s the thing. We made out right outside the bar. I liked it… maybe more than I should have.”“She won’t remember it. Now, did she also think you’re hot?”“Yup. She’s bisexual,” Fancy said.“Oh. I get what you’re asking me now. The old ‘I kissed a girl. I liked it.’ conversation with straight girls. Here’s how you go about it: You said she had a crush on you. She thinks you’re hot. Enjoy the ride. Or you could do the ‘About last night’ shit… nobody likes that.”“True, girl. You right. You. We are going to need you healthy for tonight.” Erin smiled.“Before any of that happens, we need to talk about Bosco.” I looked at Erin and Lynn and they looked very upset.“No, sweetie, the first thing we need to do is feed the babies, get the others ready for bed, and then get Blossom’s parents settled in. We should order pizza and then sit and talk.”“Paul, nothing we are going to do is going to make things with Bosco better or worse. Right now, I am going to feed the babies. Lynn is going to.