..'juices,' the panties would remain clean. What do women do when they havea problem like this? Well, I decided to figure it out after I had mycoffee....I could live with having wet panties for a bit. It actually mademe feel even more like a woman.***After having that cup of coffee my determination was stronger than ever.It was even strong enough for it to completely override the mountingembarrassment that told me that what I was about to do was completelygoing too far. I was about to do. Whisps of yellow, pink, and green came from around her pussy. Her nipples were a pastel purple. She saw where I looked and got one ankle up next to her ears. Her pussy lips, inside and out, were a bold yellow, not a jaundiced yellow.I saw her nipples pucker, clit poke out, and pussy lips plump up slightly as I watched. As her first bit of juice began to flow, her skin changed toward a pale emerald color. It began to shine as a thin layer of sweat coated her skin.We are alone and unmonitored.I. OHHH SHIT YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY YOU MAGNIFICIENT SON OF A BITCH.” I drove deep within her hot wet pussy and could feel the end of my cock touch her cervix as I shot a hot load of seamen into her. “OHHHHH MY GOD, I CAN FEEL YOU SHOOTING YOUR CUM INSIDE ME BABY, OHHH SHIT I’M CUMMING AGIN UUUUUG UMMMM YES.” Confused? Let me explain all this. My mother died when I was nineteen of overran cancer and my dad married Sarah who was part Indian. Her father was from India and her mother was from the US.. He however failed to notice the athletic young woman who, although being startlingly beautiful, also had the knack of being able to move unnoticeably until she was right behind him.“The Empress wishes a word with you, Meritocrat Duvrach,” her voice informed him, making him almost jump out of his skin.“Her Serenissima, why?” he asked, turning towards her as he tried to collect himself and wondered just what it was that might have brought himself to her attention.“She does not discuss her.