The man smiled. He had a BEAUTIFUL smile! She wasn't prepared for the heat that blossomed in her loins. It was easy to see why Mandy would have a crus... on this man. She hadn't felt that particular kind of heat for a long time. She blushed, because of what she was thinking of.The man spoke with a deep resonating voice. "I'm Bob Wilson. And you have to be Robin Walker." He stood up and came from behind the desk. He was tall, with broad shoulders. His hair was wavy and his teeth were very white in. She was so upset I was unable to ascertain exactly what had happened, but she said that she had messed everything up, that she had let me down, that she had panicked and had not thought what she was saying. She was sure that I would be furious with her, "And you have every right to be. I've been so stupid." It was evident that the poor girl hardly knew where to put herself.I felt that if I left her in this state she might do even more damage than she apparently already had, so I decided to. We pulled off our clothes, flung them down, unzipped the bag and climbed in. To this day I don't know what would have happened if I had not brought the bag.The sleeping bag was a tight fit. I was shivering violently and so was Mom. We held on to one another in the bag, both massaging each other's backs as we held one another. But the sleeping bag was doing its job. It was designed to keep you warm in much colder temperatures than 15 below freezing. Mom had zipped it up behind me and our faces. Futas have shorter fertility cycles than regular women, but are extremely fertile during those cycles so teenaged pregnancies among Futanari are up to three times higher than they are with regular females. Like regular women Futas can give birth to any of the three genders. If they give birth to a regular baby girl then she too will share her mother's huge breasts. On the other side of the coin Futas are more than capable of impregnating regular women or other Futanaris, imprinting themselves.