My legs were wobbly as the kiss eventually finished, and I was pleased to be able to sit in the car. Sue's farewell from the pair was brief, but still...heart felt.We were nearly home before either of us spoke, and it was Sue that broke the silence. "You're going to go and live with them, aren't you?" When the time is right." I replied. "Did you like them?" Good God girl, what's not to like. But I still don't understand. Why is Sophie so willing to share him with you?"I wondered how I could. Very well. A handsome gentleman, great taste and mind. One of the best lovers I ever had. He offered me everything in style. Not a 'best brandy', but cognac from France. We smoked in bed big Havanna's. We wre laughing and loving all the time. On top of it, he was a lovely lover and fantasic fucker... If I'd known before, I'd done it all for free ... But he was so happy and hot for me, he gave me double the agreed amount." Liandra Dahl had a profile here for a few years, around the time she was. One of the guys suggested we go to their office, it was just around the corner. That sounded good. At least we wouldn't be jammed in the back seat of a car. It was like he said, around the corner and half way down the block. It was a nice building. Lots of dark glass. They pointed to the second floor, those are our offices. One guy unlocks the front door. We enter the lobby, push for the elevator, get out on floor two. He unlocks the door and we enter. Walk down the hall, they show us their. I had to deliver. I had to give her what she needed. My ovaries clenched.I exploded.The rapture fired out of my clit-dick. It slammed into my mind as I gulped down Branka's sweet cream mixed with traces of my salty spunk. My futa-jizz fired into another Slovenian girl's fertile pussy, breeding her, giving her such a wondrous treat.“4-2, Slovenia,” the announcer cried out.I was gaining.“President Futa!” Branka moaned, falling off of me.Sounds crashed back into my ears. People were cheering,.