" So that's why we're here so early," Jack commented. In the theater, the fifty or so parents were grouped together in one section. The same man spoke...again."Tonight, among this group there will be a lot of distended nipples, erect penises, drooling vaginas, and arousal aromas as you watch your sons." The man paused at the predictable buzz. "Yes, Men, I said hard cocks. If you get hard watching the boys, it does not mean that you have any homosexual tendencies. Our male imaginations are good at. "Yes, I do. I normally don't flaunt the fact that my family has money, but I love this car. I couldn't leave it here and only drive it on school holidays."After helping her into the car, they drove back to Stan's home."I so enjoyed tonight, Stan. Thank you." Oh, but it's not over yet," he said with a gleam in his eyes.He led her to the ballroom. In one corner was a state-of-the-art stereo system. He fiddled with the tuner until he found a station that played slow music."I still want that. ” Monique smiled. “Futas!”I groaned as the crowd cheered. My daughter sucked harder on my dick. My snatch clenching. She purred around it, her blue eyes flashing up at me. She fluffed my cock with expertise ease, keeping me aching hard but not giving me the satisfaction my dick needed.“That’s right. You’ve seen the promos and Channel 5’s expose say on Dr. Rita and her magical healing futa-spunk. So let’s say we met a real live futa.”The crowd cheered louder. My nerves grew, that tingling ending. She stood about five foot and seven inches tall and had the figure of a sexy athlete. He stared for a moment at the perfect teardrop breasts inside the mesh bra. He blushed a little, looking around him as if to make sure no one was watching--despite the fact that he knew he was alone. He smiled a bit and reached down to cop a feel of the mannequin`s breasts. He was intrigued by the texture and give of the plump forms, astonished at how real they felt. What kind of retailer would need a.