We rang the bell.“What’s the password.”“Heaven.”This strange woman answered the door. She seemed to have her body painted with her clothes....It was weird. We walked into the dark club. There was a bar. Most of the people inside were men. There were a few women, but not many.“Eric, you made it! Hey, Denise.”“Hi, Damon.”“Do you guys want a drink?”“I’d love one," Denise said.“What would you like?”“Red wine would be great.”“Eric, anything for you?”“I’ll have the same as Denise.”Damon left and got. " No I can see that. Perhaps you should have remembered to take thelabel off the dress next time you want to 'buy' it." But officer. I did pay for this." Yeeeeees," he drawled. "I suspect you probably did. Would that havebeen with Monopoly money, or did you just leave an IOU?" Credit card." Uh-huh? And whose was it." Mine! Denise, I mean Den-Den-Denise Robson."There it was again. Somehow, he just couldn't say his own name. Why?What was happening? And that wasn't the worst of it either. Any. He only had pants on but there was definitely a hard cock making an impression on them. I slipped out of my coat and lent against the table. I had hardly taken my ‘stance’ than he was up behind me, moving my g-string out of the way and pushing the head of his cock up against my ‘pussy’. As I always lubricated before a ‘date’ he was soon inside me, bareback and rutting like a pig. This initially took me by surprise but he was not that big – but really hard! So I quickly got into it, moving to. ”“They didn’t cut me open,” Diana shook her head.“You lyin’ bitch.” Jackie sharpened her glare. “All pregnant futa have c-sections. Our pussies don’t stretch enough.”“Mine did.” Diana held her breath as she shoveled a white glob between her lips. “It needed to because I delivered my baby alone in a hallway.”Jackie mouth the word “WOW” before she said, “Damn, girl. I know you had some good shit to get you through that.”Diana shook her head before containing her gag reflex. The mashed potatoes.