I’ll see you tomorrow, Daddy. Thanks for coming to the movie.”Jake slipped into bed next to his wife. He kissed her shoulder and cuddled up behind...her, and she sleepily pressed against him. He listened carefully to the hallway, noting the soft footsteps and the creak of another door closing. Then he waited.After a few minutes, Jake stopped time. He knew it had stopped because Sarah’s quiet breathing halted. Sliding out of bed, he retrieved his remote from his pants and moved it to the pocket of. “And me?” She allowed the words to hit her. “So you want to see if Rochelle Masters is your futa-mom.”“Wanna know what a lot of the girls in my group home thought?” Mallory asked. “They said your mom made those shelters for futanari so she’d have a place to store all her children.”“Yeah,” Maddi said under her breath. “I can see why you’d think that. But it’s hard to imagine because s-she was,”“An actual parent to you?” Mallory finished. “It’s like she had two tiers of offspring, the few she saw. No, he is good at this. Suddenly, like a jolt of electricity, pleasure flooded her body, overpowering her mind. She could not contain her loudest moan of the evening so far.“Oh, you got super tight there for a second. Guess I found it,” he exclaimed.“I …. No…I was not….” Words failed her as her mind tried desperately to regain control. Another gasp as he pulled his fingers out. He held those wet, glistening fingers in front of her face, taunting her.“Lick them.” And she did, eagerly, lapping up. ” Looking at Angie’s mom I see she has her feet spread wide and is having difficulty standing. I go to her: “Hello...I’m an acquaintance of your daughters, she says you are hurt.” Angie’s mom looks at me: “Yes, they forced a toy inside me, and I cannot walk or sit.”... I need medical attention.” “I’m Bob Smithe. I have a helicopter over by the garage which is equipped for medi-vac.” “Hi Bob, I’m Debra, Angie’s mother. I don’t think I can walk that far Bob.” Before I can answer the young men who.