Within a few seconds my stomach began to bulge out a little, it was growing again, I lay on my bed wanking watching my stomach begin to grow. It grew ...ast and huge, before long I couldn't see my cock anymore, I stood up and watched in the mirror, my stomach was covered in veins and growing so fast, it was huge, bigger than last time, I could see my cock rubbing the underside of my stomach as my stomach now began to drop slightly as it had got to it's full size. Finally as it stopped growing my. Anyways, Natalie’s going to make your day. Open the door and show her your mommy-cock. I didn’t tell her. It’s a surprise.”My dick throbbed. Natalie was the little slut who’d ruined my daughter. I could fuck her hard. Just pound her. My futa-cock throbbed. The phone went dead. Sky had hung up while Natalie muttered on my porch. She sounded mad. About to leave. I could let her go, but... I swallowed and then marched to the door, my futa-dick aching too much.You can’t give in to the temptation of. Lisa had never grown jealous of her little sister, she had been quite smart herself, proven by how she able to graduate with a high GPA in law school, instead she had been always proud of her little sister, the gap in their age let Lisa thought herself as a protector and role-model for her little sister instead of her rival. The girls grew up under her mother's teaching of how important was family bonds between them. Thus, with it had been a tradition for them since they were a child, their. ”“I don't mind at all.”“You sure?”“Of course,” I said. “I love the smell of sweaty hot men.”He smiled. “Do you now?”I smiled back. “Look at me, I'm a pale white woman in my forties, of course I do.”“That’s funny,” he said.“I’m Lindsay.” I offered my hand.“Terrance.”We shook hands but didn’t say anything for a minute or so. But he saw me smiling and asked, “Have you smelled many sweaty black men before?”“Not many, just a few.”He laughed again and the driver didn’t seem to be paying attention.