I dreamt of a cock going up into my tight tiny ass from the first time I had heard about it. I fingered my hole as I masturbated, I stuffed objects up...inside me, and even sat on some odd objects to increase stimulation while watching them. After beating my meat relentlessly to the video, I decided to go back. Unfortunately, my first try was unsuccessful. The store was closed, the hours had been changed to just noon till 2pm the next day. I had to work the next day but wanted to masturbate more.. So I went to the sandwich bar instead, picking up a sub that looked alright, if not exactly appetizing. I was going to head for the till to pay when I got a shock. Sitting not far away with a plate of the meat with a gravy type substance was none other than Greg Pullin, he had a bandage around his head, and a cast on his wrist. Apart from that he looked no worse for wear after our altercation yesterday.He was poking the food around his place, like he was contemplating the possible repercussions. She dressed in revealing clothing. She wore very short skirts with no panties and shirts or tops that were too small or tight or open with no bra. I found out about the no panties when I would see her bend over to do something with a lower shelf of merchandise or when she would sit on the stool behind the counter she would have her legs open. She had a nicely shaved pussy from what I could see. I would often make comments like I would love to have some of that. She would smile but not say. I groaned, my daughter sucking my futa-cock, her cheeks hollowing as she moaned out her delight.“You know what a futa is?” I groaned, so shocked as she bobbed her mouth up and down my futa-cock. She was no stranger to this. She had blown a cock this huge before. She had no trouble taking it in her mouth. “Who?”Her mouth popped off my dick. “Ms. Marcie at my school. And there’s the two futa-cheerleaders, Kimmie and Cassandra. Oh, and Officer Cindy.”“Oh, I know her,” I panted, my eyes so wide as.