A feminine voice came out of that cloaked figure after approaching Sam"Greetings Sam, I have been waiting for you to wake up. I have brought you here ...o congratulating you after being picked by the higher ups to be transported to a futa world."Sam interrupted "hang on a minute! Where am I? Who are you? Who are these higher ups? What is a futa world? Is this a dream or nightmare?"The cloaked figure explained "My name does not matter in this moment of the time and the higher ups are what you may. “Very nice” she said “ Shall we let this get a little air?”. She more or less dragged my, by my cock, into one of the vacant cubicles. “Like my tits do you?” she asked as I stood there frozen, my cock still firmly gripped, “Like to see ‘em?” she asked. It was all I could do to nod my head as, with her spare hand she hooked the straps of her dress from her shoulders letting the top of her dress fall enough to reveal her boobs, and what boobs they were! Lila was the opposite to my mum, she was. He lowered his head, as if to hook at her with his horns. But the look in his big round eyes was not at all frightening. It was gentle and soulful.Reaching through the wire strands, she patted his soft, moist muzzle. The beast rumbled. His tongue shot out, curling through the wire and lapping at her bushy cunt mound. Karen parted her thighs and dipped down, and the buffalo slurped his tongue into her creamy pussy gash. She shuddered with the sensation, and the wild creature snorted gustily. His. If he was having sex, which was most of the time, I would pass unnoticed, slip into my closet and bang one out. Then Ron and I would talk about it afterwards. The best shows were from a two older chicks he liked to screw. The one I already mentioned and another maybe just a little older. They were both married but still liked to have sex so Ron obliged them all he could. Real MILFs. So they could only do lunchtime sessions. Ron said they would sometimes hook up in the evenings in her.