Robert was doing his usual networking and I was chatting with some of the wives catching up on the latest office gossip when a beautiful, olive-skinne... woman with black hair and dark brown eyes walked up and asked, "Are you Crystal Falcone?" Yes," I said.Suddenly, she threw her drink into my face and screamed, "THAT'S FOR FUCKING MY HUSBAND YOU WHORE!"I heard the collective gasp of the women around me, and I knew what people were thinking. I grabbed a napkin and attempted to wipe the drink from. "Lois and Lori need to see how good that feels. Then we fuck."So each of us, me, Roy and Steve, knelt down in front of our girls and began licking and tonguing their pussies.I had Lois and I figured that this was something she'd never experienced before so I really tried to make it good. She had a pretty pussy that was plump that I eased open with my fingers and began flicking my furled tongue up and down in the opening."Oh, Simon, omigod, that feels so good, oh, I'm so glad we're doing this,". Since I missed most of the stuff by getting there rather late, I decided to just wander slowly around the convention space. Many were in suit, many were not. Those in suit varied from full on fursuits to merely a head and paws. The full suits were fairly varied as the people in them had a variety of different ideas of what constituted a fursuit. The most interesting were not even of any real world species; dragons, griffins, even the occasional naked mole rat. There was actually someone who. There are those who are just natural born leaders and Bork, with a heavy sigh, had to admit he was one of them. Though he wasn’t looking for the responsibility of a leader, it found him anyway. After all, he couldn’t stay a Private forever. Promotions do happen, whether they’re sought or not. Unfortunately, promotions – at least after a point – usually mean being put in charge of men.The Lieutenant, though, had some kind of strange telepathy. When Bork made Corporal and was put in charge of a.
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