He had perked her interest in a very short time and never had she been instantly attracted to a man like this. She could feel something happening that...she had never experienced before. She could see her friends watching her and when she journeyed to the wash room she was followed and questioned if she was okay or if she had too much to drink. They wondering what she was doing with that big guy and wanted her to come back with them where it was safe. She assured them she was fine and wondered. ”“I bet it is,” Amelia said, her back so straight now. She had her hands clasped tight together, knuckles growing white.“So there's lots of... theories about you and how you... drive women wild for your futa-dick,” Amelia said, her eyes almost glassy.“So wild,” Jordan murmured.“Oh, I have heard so many of what caused me to become a futanari, but the doctors are certain its the pheromones that I release that cause women to go into heat around me the first time they meet me.”“Heat?” Amelia. My favourite area was pretty deserted though and I strolled along the secluded paths lost in obscene thoughts. I turned a corner and there he was, right in front of me. The guy was maybe forty, short and stocky and he was holding a mack wide open. He was wearing a navy blue bra, no pants, but matching suspender belt and stockings. I was transfixed by the sight of his cock and balls. His cock was short and very thick with a large purple helmet, the foreskin pulled back by several thick rubber. Phillip Cooper was embarking on an archeological dig in a remote part of Egypt. He was to explore a newly discovered tomb in the Valley of the Kings, a few miles NNW of the city of Luxor. His trip had been funded by a major university as a research grant and he was to learn what he could from this newly discovered tomb. A tomb like this hadn’t been found in many years, and because this one was in such pristine condition, it was all the more valuable to the archeological community. His plane.