“There’s apple and tomato juice for anyone who wants it,” she said, then returned to the kitchen. John noticed approvingly that Phoebe was weari...g a long terry cloth bathrobe to cook in. He had been curious about what she cooked in since hot grease and raw skin made for a bad combination.“I love this restaurant!” commented Laurie. “Not only is the food great, but you get to sleep with the chef!”Everyone laughed at this, though John hung his head. “I think you’ve created a monster,” he said. Stop bothering the poor girl."The waitress broke the kiss and smiled. "This is in the job descriptionthough, sir." She leaned over to Markus, baring her tits at him with asmile."You look quite wound up, let me take the edge off for you."She began fondling Markus and casually pulling off his clothes, lookinghim right in the eye with a cheeky look. At this point, herelaxed...until he felt a dick rubbing against his leg. He saw that itwas just Andrea's naked futanari form that had rubbed the thick. The response was quick, it read: Sorry just Mr here at the minute, I wanted to say thanks for your kind comments about my wife, it turns me on knowing guys like looking at her.We chatted for a while and said we would stay in touch whenever we were online at the same time, weeks passed by and we chatted often, mainly about their joint fantasy of a threesum. Being shy it took him a while to even divulge their names to me, and I wont tell everyone, just call them M (him) and A (her), Imagine my. I fell to my knees instantly but not to pray facing Mecca. I ran my face and tongue down her belly and tasted her twat. The line of hairs tickled my nose, as bit into her ripe, juicy fruit. I nearly came–and I know she did. Her juice dribbled down my chin and soaked the collar of my t-shirt. The cum tasted like fresh peaches in cream. I stood up and cupped her breast and kissed her with her own juices still wet on my face, fresh. He never eats my pussy, she said. He says its unclean. Seemed.