“Poor thing. It’s uncomfortable in there,” she cooed, patting his hardening cock.“Yeah,” he said, shifting uncomfortably.“Wee-lease it.”...��Baby…”She did it for him. She undid his pants and reached inside without a word, grabbed a hold of his cock, and pulled it out into the open. She smiled a victorious smile and began stroking it while beaming at him. He pulled down and kicked off the pants and boxers and his boots.He threw his head back on the couch.“Oh, fuck, I’m going to hell,” he said.And he. Bob walked downstairs rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He stopped when he saw Priscilla and then went to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup of coffee."Did you stay here last night?" he asked.She nodded, "I slept on the couch." Damn Priscilla, there's four bedrooms in this house."She smiled at him, "You're going to have to give a statement to the press. They're camped out on your lawn. You won't have any grass by the end of the day. I've written something for you, you might want to look. So you owe me!“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, my futa-dick unloading into my daughter's hungry mouth.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Cassandra “Cassie” Riley“What does it say,” Lana asked, my friend cuddled naked to my side.“Is it good news?” my MILF lover, Alessa, asked. She was Lana's mother. The two shared my life ever since I got my futa-cock over the summer. She left her husband to be mine, Lana staying with us out of love and how kinky she founded it having sex with her mother.My forehead furrowed as. She asked how many there were. I thought about telling her there was only one, when in fact there were two. My mistake was to tell her the truth that there were indeed two."Let me see them."So I gave them to her to look at and she said "Thanks". She quickly put both of them into her pocket. With a shocked look, I asked what she was doing."I always wondered what subs like you found so intriguing about chastity devices. Now we'll both find out."With that, she left my apartment. I was in complete.