Chris Patterson.”“Well, Mr. Patterson. Perhaps we could chat on the phone. It’s kinda late and I have to open up early tomorrow.”“Bet. Let m... get your number.”That had been it. The next evening that Chris was off duty they talked on the phone for hours. He admitted that he was divorced and had two k**s. Also, that he’d been a bit of a whore the past 18 months. And, that he had an interest in effeminate men for quite some time.Sequoiah was the right mix of chatty and attentive to his words.. "Mmff!" I spluttered."I think it is a surgical mask designed to go with the headdress," Helen said ignoring my shaking head, "and this one is too small." It's effective though, isn't it?" Clare said as she grinned at me. "It's shut Guy up."Helen turned on Clare."Your turn."Helen repeated the process on Clare who was wriggling slightly. She wasn't really trying to avoid the mask. She knew she could remove it easily. So could I. All I had to do was raise my hands and unhook it.Clare walked over. Savannah’s frizzled and kinky hair stood 6 inches off her head. The distraught young student usually wrapped her head at night to prevent this issue. But the tiny fetus, the baby pulsing, twitching, and growing inside her came to the forefront of her thoughts. “MADDI!” She flung her arms around her friend and sobbed.Maddi sat to embraced Savannah, rubbing the crying girl’s naked back as her frame trembled. Her nimble fingers worked up underneath the tufts of matted hair to caress the tense. Either that or they don’t care for human life.We were sweating like mad, so I extracted myself from her magical pussy, a pussy that still to this day outstands me. A miracle pussy, one in a billion, pussy that could put man on the moon or cure cancer. That kind of miracle pussy a very very lucky guy might get once in a lifetime and no more.Covered in sweat and shitty bits from my not quite freshly vacuumed floor I took her to my shower. We washed and kissed heavily under the water. Not quite.