And I don’t just mean the nerdy Chris was thrilled his girlfriend, Tiffany, was bred by me. He was someone who was already into futas when they were...just the product of Japanese Hentai artists. No, other guys, husbands, were happy I bred their women, their wives. One husband, Brendan, begged me to breed his wife in the bathroom of a coffee shop today, and Mrs. Albertson, the second woman I’d ever fucked, showed up at my dorm today with her husband. The man wasn’t angry I screwed his wife and. But for me it was a reoccurring image in my mind, I would imagine how it would be and how he would look, coming to me and how he would gently take me in his arms, and you know, all the things that happen in a situation like that.It's not that I ever seriously thought about acting on those fantasies, it was just that my dad is a sexy man. Even at 57 he's still trim and good looking. And I guess I've always been in love with him more than most daughters.I'd had sex enough time to know what it was. Remembering the pain from when Mrs. Smith had done it decided to put aspot of body lotion on the tip before inserting it into my hole. Once Ihad popped it in, I pressed down on the applicator and could feel thetampon moving slowly into the waiting cavity. Slightly dismayed by whatI had just done to myself voluntarily, I disposed of the evidence andthen, realising I had left them in the bedroom, I went to put mypanties on.One returning to the bedroom I found Fran?oise had already donned ablack. Curious, I moved in behind a large plant and listened in. I guess my trust in females had taken a large hit. Actually I was just wondering who she was talking to."It's me. We're at dinner. I've started to make some moves and I think we'll end up at your place later on."That statement threw me. It really did. I was wondering who she was talking to as she said it, and as the realization dawned on me who it could be, what she said hit me like a ton of bricks. 'We'll end up at your place'? She had.