Why did I call? Well, you’ll never guess who Jim’s met. Remember Dawn Hunt? ... Yes, that Dawn Hunt. We lost touch with her after college. Last I ...eard she was in the Army or something. Well, it seems she’s a teacher at Jim’s high school, and his debate coach. He wrote to me about her and said that both you and I would like her. I think he’s having sex with her ... Well, why else would he say that both you and I would like her? ... Uh-huh. Yup, I think one of them has seduced the other, and. .A form trembled in the grass, red hair falling down slender shoulders. “Cassie?”The girl bolted upright, her youthful tits heaving, her futa-cock bouncing before her. She spotted me and let out the hugest sigh of relief. “It's you!”“Call me Mrs. Fatima,” I smiled as she darted towards me with all the athleticism of youth. Well, she was a cheerleader. A futa-cheerleader. It must be quite the treat to watch her and Kimmie perform.The girl reached me, throwing her arms around my neck in an eager. He kissed my ear and whispered. “Time to fuck for the camera baby.” This was the porn star of countless fuck films, black girls, white girls, pairs, even those playing at being Mother and Daughter. Now it was my turn to be his next conquest his panting slut, wanting him crying out for him to fuck her. His hands left my breasts to grasp my hair in his fist, like reins. Pulling my head back he slammed into me with such force my breasts slapped against the cushions of the couch, it was so hard. Don’t stop, ok. It’s such a turn on.” I was beginning to feel like this was a dream come true. “I’m going to cool off” she said and stood up as she put her top back on and exposed her big, perfect breasts for me to see. I was so mesmerized, at first I didn’t even notice that her hard cock was sticking out from the side of her bikini bottom. My “girl” was a “Tgirl!” Maybe she thought I knew, maybe she thought I was already so turned on it wouldn’t matter. Maybe she wanted to she if I was into.