”“Yes, my lord.”“I see you are not satisfied with just me,” Rythern says, appearing behind Natalya as she stands behind the counter of what ...erves as the apartment’s kitchen with only a large shirt draped over her body. Natalya remains bent over the counter, not bothering to turn around and acknowledge the young Sura. But a smile does cross her face. “Why do you play with humans? What have they got that your fellow kind doesn’t?” Rythern presses.“Are you jealous?” Natalya says after a full. “Way to go, stud!” cheered Genevieve, her eyes bright and sultry, no doubt remembering yesterday.“That is hot!” whimpered a girl named Ursella Prescott.“Damn, you are one lucky futa, Johana!” a futa named Michelle Devereux cheered. She flashed me a thumbs up.“Yes!” I groaned and buried into Monica's pussy.As I came, my mother's face flashed in my mind. suddenly, I was picturing being back in the pussy that birthed me, feeling my mother rippling about me. Her incestuous flesh hungry for my cock.. With a sigh of relief, I completed my shower, dried off and walked to the bed and stretched out. I slept for a few hours and awoke thirsty. Pulling on my jeans, I went to the kitchen for some nice cold water. Returning to my room, I noticed that Sarah's door was ajar a few inches. Hearing her moaning, I glanced into the dark room. There was a small amount of light coming thru her window from the full moon. As I glanced up, I could see Sarah on her bed in her dressing table mirror. She was. After a light dinner and a few drinks the pilots decided to call it a night.Across the dimmly lit bar, I noticed what appeard to be a customer who looked liked the handsome older gentleman who was on my flight. He glanced over my way and we made eye contact. I motioned for him to come over to my table, and he did. We both recognized each other from the flight. I invited him to sit down, and I ordered some drinks for us. We began some small talk, and after a few more drinks, he asked me if I.