Mmm, Johana, you were incredible.”“Yeah,” I panted, the guilt shooting through me, my cock softening in Monica’s juicy twat.I stumbled back in...o my seat, panting. Monica winked at me as she drew up her panties and slid them beneath her long, purple skirt. Her light-brown hair danced around her flushed face as she patted a few errant curls back into place. Then she sat down, beaming.“Okay,” said our teacher. “Let’s open our books to...”I had trouble focusing on my lesson. My mother burned in my. ”“You’d think that?” it replies.“Then what the hell are you?” the man questions. “And why me?”“I’m a snotling,” the creature reveals. “And as to the why it’s because you wanted a second chance.”“I don’t recall asking for one,” George says smartly.“You didn’t have to, but you wanted one anyway,” the snotling reasons.“If I had known what would happen, I think I would have thought differently,” the man argues.“I doubt it,” the snotling say almost offhandedly. “You seem to be enjoying your new life. He patted my belly. "It takes strong insides to admit what you admitted. I see you white bois running around acting a fool hiding the truth. They're sucking a dick at the x-rated shop then calling out 'nigger' this and 'nigger' that to their buddies at the bar with the stain of cum in their mouths. It's no way to live brother. Are you going to give up all of that old bullshit?" Yes," I said.He held me in place and made me look him in the eye."I'm going to come over here and give you your. New tech was always excited me and I eagerly installed the new chime on the door and camera in the living room, then installing the app on my phone to test it all out.Many fun hours later my wife came home from work and flopped onto the sofa, she was glad it was the weekend and looked tired and in need of some pampering, so I ordered in an indian, put on some light music and tidied things away for a quiet night in with the missus, maybe I could show off my new toy tomorrow.Some time later.