.”“Wasn’t that just delicious medicine?” I asked her. “And I bet you’re feeling so much better, right, angel?”“Mom...” She said agai..., her eyes shooting down to my crotch. Then her hand latched out. I gasped as she squeezed my futa-dick through my scrubs and panties. “You’re a futa!”I blinked and then groaned as her hand shoved into my scrubs and panties. My daughter grasped my dick directly, pulling it out and, before I could even act, her mouth was latched over my shaft’s spongy crown. I. The bartender appeared in front of me, a cute blonde, and I asked for a glass of white wine. When it arrived, I took a sip, and looked into the mirror behind the bar, using it to scan the room. I noted that all of the current patrons seemed to be female, which surprised me a little.I detected a movement out of the corner of my eye, and a low voice spoke into my ear. "So, who owns you?"I looked to my left, my eyes widening slightly. A pretty brunette was pulling herself onto the stool beside me.. "Watch this... We can put this picture on the one hundred dollar note," she said and dropped her hand down between her thighs. Every eye was flung wide as the men watched her finger-fuck herself with the strand of pearls.Of course, she was too exhausted to come again. After the string of consecutive orgasms she'd had only moments ago; after the long day and frustrating trip; after two previous gangbangs; of course an orgasm was out of the question....But... she felt the warmth building in her. We corresponded for a while and much of our correspondence was filthy. Suz was a BBW, 5’ 4’’, with gorgeous brown curly hair that cascaded magically and framed her sweet face beautifully. She fantasised about fisting and insertions, and while she was a fisting virgin, she had had an ex-boyfriend wedge four fingers into her hole that bought her to a massive squirting orgasm. She was 44 although she looked like she was in her 30s and had a huge pair of breasts – 40 DDD in U.S terms. She shared a.