She wasn't the only futa in the family. Of course, she was a futa at night while I was a futa at day thanks to a bunch of complicated magic stuff. But...that didn't really matter. I could fuck her now. Breed her! “We'll both be pregnant!” I howled. “Because I'm a futa, too!”My words echoed back at me as I hit the stairs, taking them too at a time. My cock really bounced now, smacking up into my bunched up skirts. I gripped it, groaning at the strain on my new dick transformed from my little. ”“I've heard a lot about you,” Barbara said, looking at Warren. Her tone led Warren to wonder how much exactly she had heard. “You guys seem to have hit it off pretty quick.”Before Warren could respond, Sandy replied, “Sometimes you just know when you meet the right person. But we gotta get to class, let's go Barb!” Pulling Barbara with her, Sandy started walking away, saying over her shoulder, “Bye, Warren!”“It was nice meeting you, Warren,” Barbara added.“Nice meeting you too. See you later. She shook her head and let her hairfall down her back. Approaching the door, she rang the bell and stood upstraight. *All right Lisa, here we go* she thought to herself, as thedoor opened.The first thing that struck her was that the very pretty young woman whoopened the door was making her hot. The second was that she wasn't in herreal shape. The third was that this was Diane Smith."Hello?" Diane asked the strange black woman who had rung the bell. Shewas confused as to who this was. She didn't. I cannot tell you how jealous I am.'I can be pedantic, but I bit back the temptation to correct "intercourse" to "outercourse." 'Yes, Daddy has a tit-fetish. He loves my boobs and he loves to fuck them. He even makes me keep my bra on. He says he gets better friction that way.''You are naive, my dear. He has intramammary intercourse with me too, bra and all. Frankly, it's the only way he can have a respectable orgasm. He can't keep his erection big enough, fat enough, and hard enough otherwise..