Who...uhm...?" I'm Bea. I am... well basically I'm your boss today and I bet my wet pussy that you are... the guitarist!" Well.... you win." And so do...you, I love guitarists!" With that she dropped her shorts and leaned back on the mixing console. Her shirt wasn't quite long enough so I could see her bald pussy.I stood up, my shorts still around my knees. My cock had softened a bit but the view woke him up again. I approached her slowly.Standing right in front of her, my growing cock slightly. I hugged her around the neck, pressing our bodies tight. We melded together. It was so hot. We were the same blood. I loved my futa-sister so much.“Mmm, just imagine sharing me with another futa,” I purred into her ear, my pussy clenching on her cock. “Both of you in my cunt at the same time, sliding your clit-dicks in and out of me, your shafts caressing each other.”Her cock throbbed in my snatch. “Goddess, Krysten, where did you learn about that?”“Magazines,” I purred as I slid my pussy her. But I’m pretty sure chicken soup will help.’ I laughed and started my soup. I don’t know why, but I glanced at the clock. ‘Why aren’t you in class?’ ‘I’m missing some classes to help you get better.’ ‘That could hurt your grades. You go to class, now.’ ‘Do I care what grades I get?’ he asked as if they were of no importance to him. ‘Hell, yes,’ I said. ‘You’re a freakin’ perfectionist. Do you put in all that time studying because it’s the absolute minimum you need to graduate, or do you do it. A little bit of Jackson's life bar fell away. She sent her layer of slime up past his knees and then dutifully waited for him to take his action.Okay, let's think about this. Jackson studied the control panel."Are you sure you understood Aerias's instructions?" Suraimo asked."Shut up, I'm thinking," Jackson snapped back.Let's be methodical about this. He'd tried the top option from both the first and second column and it hadn't done anything. The second and fourth options on the left were.