I stared between her thighs, black bush soaked by her juices, her futa-cock thrusting from the folds of her pussy. Her dick twitched, glistening with ...eily's juices.“Officer Cindy,” whimpered the girl. Her hands grabbed her futa-dick and fisted it so hard, pumping away, lost to the lusts the futa-fairies had given us all. “You saved me.”“It's my job,” I said with a shrug, then stared down at the Arab futa. “Mmm, Ms. Kim was so mad at you for escaping. I bet she'll suck my dick so hard when she. Her face has a unique air of mystery and feminine beauty. Her body is astounding and 100 percent fuckable. Her small 5 foot tall frame holds a nice pair of boobs- probably a C cup, maybe a D. The rest of her body is very well portioned, curvy yet trim. I recall her birthday being a few weeks ago. She had just turned 38. A certified MILF. Need I say more?"Damn." I mumbled. My eyes were fixed on Mrs. Roberts body as she pushed the door open and disappeared out into the hallway. "I know right?. She thinks it answers. No she can’t help. She’s only going to get herself killed.’ I laughed as I ran. I do talk to the wind. The wind does not hear. The wind cannot hear. But the wind can sense, and it knows you as it flows around you. And it carries what you say to it anywhere it needs to go. I went outside, dancing, into the wind. ‘Keiko,’ I called out, ‘I need to find and meet you.’ My wish was a leaf on the wind now. It would soar. I would find Keiko. I would teach her the rules she was. Everything had to be just right. Michelle was about the same age as Ellen and had a lot of things in common, including new hubbys. Michelle was almost as tall as Ellen, maybe an inch or so less. She had dark brown hair with the most brilliant blue eyes I had ever seen, a Miss America figure and face to match. If I was Hank, I dont think I would have allowed her to go out and get a massage by some strange guy. But I am glad he did! Michelle was all smiles this morning. Her smile was contagious.