“Got some Viagra for you, Leann, since you’re the only futa who can whip it up.”“Wait, you’re going to sell pies with my cum on them?”“T...ue futa-creampies!” she said in delight. She bumped her hip into her mother’s. “Right?”“Yep,” she purred. “Priscilla’s futa-girlfriend helped us test them out last week. I liked the cream she whipped up in my daughter’s pussy, but Priscilla was quite taken with the cream Pearle churned in mine.”Priscilla nodded.I dropped my job at that. “You and your. As you playfully half-moaned and half-cackled like the Wicked Witch of the West: ‘I’m melting! Melting onto you! Melting with you! Melting! Oh, what a world! What a world!’ “No matter what else may happen in the rest of my life from this day forward, that moment will always be a high-point of my life. I'm so glad we had that moment, that magic……..So yes, I’m doing just fine, more than fine. I’ve never felt more joyous. Nor ever loved by anyone more than you love me and I love you. – Yours in. ” She smiled almost shyly and almost with a blush. Amazing, even after acting like a total slut with the dogs, she can still react like that. “I think a quick shower will be exactly the refresher I need. Would you get me one of those drinks in the meantime, honey?”The room was equipped with not only the large soft matt for playing on but also the comforts required for extended playing. On one side was a cabinet that opened into a bar with sink, small refrigerator, glasses and various liquor but. .” I said with a long pause“Morgan,” the man said. “Anders Morgan. I’m supposed to be one of your missile techs.”“Come on in,” I offered. “Just head to the right and stick to the open area.”“But I’m a missile tech. Why do I need to see the bridge simulator?” the man asked as he entered.His fellow complainer followed. The other man was also in his late thirties with a pot belly and a strange hairstyle that included a loose pony tail. He scowled at me as he entered the room.“I want everyone to.