And no one else has done that either.”“I love how you glow after. The way you can sustain it.”“Another way Jonny knows about these secret trys...s,” she laughed. “I realize it’s a bit of vengeance.”“Well deserved.”“Yes it is. Quite a backload. But I’m sure you know it’s not just that.”“Tell me anyway.”“It’s ironic. I love you. A lot of it has to do with how utterly comfortable I am with you. But it’s what’s scary as well. Somehow, these brief supposedly secret trysts, I can keep things in. To Paola’s surprise, she was not a futa but a woman, she was held up by a gigantic cock almost as big as she was, its outline bulging visibly through her stomach, it reached past her belly button. Paola followed the massive dick to its base where the futanari’s pants were ripped open around the rod, it pulsated every now and then. “Before I knew it I had 2 feet of her cock in me and we couldn’t get it out anymore.”“Wow, quite an adventure,” Paola said, “Can I please see your papers?”The woman. When we recovered and started to separate, I told her to stay where she was. I laid on my back slid my head between her legs, her pussy was about an inch of my mouth. I grabbed her hips and gently pulled her down until her pussy barely touching my lips. I stuck my tongue out started lapping the 2 loads I deposited from her gaping pussy. She was really sloppy and could feel the cum just flowing into my throat. I ate her pussy for about 10 minutes where I felt her thighs tighten against my cheeks. “So, I see you’ve met Mr. Stump,” Nicole said, as she came into view. Apparently Mr. Stump was a popular spot for the local dependent k**s to hang out. We kissed each other passionately and desperately, like lovers who hadn’t seen each other in years. She told me to sit down on the blanket, as she stood in front of me. She pushed on my chest, and I lay back on the stump. Then she quickly unzipped me and pulled out my semi flaccid cock. She seemed disappointed, but I told her she could make it.