I was outraged and wild that I was attacked in a competition. When I was pulled free, it was my Unit and they had me surrounded. Medical personnel wer... attending to the other. His Unit was still on the side. They slowly got him conscious and helped him off the floor and out of the auditorium.The medical personnel wanted to attend to me, also. But I refused. I looked at the judges and said, “NO! I stay with my Unit until the competition is complete.” A hush went over the auditorium. Then people. She moaned as she felt my tongue on her clit.She had unclasped her bra and was now fondling herself. I got up and tried to remove her skirt. She said, “No. Leave it on and so for the bra. I will need it in case someone knocks”I left it at that and moved towards my targets. I kissed her lips and neck. We, French, kissed for about 3 minutes and separate for breath. My heart was pounding. I clasped her breast and began to knead them gently.I kissed the flesh around her shoulders and on her chest.. “That’s my church, and I would be honored if you visited. We have four virgin daughters all quivering and ready to be blessed by you, Futanari. They prayed so fervently that you’d appear. We’ve monitored your holy wanderings all summer, hoping you’d visit us.”“Oh, sure,” I said, my futa-cock reaching its full girth, tenting the front of my jean skirt. “I enjoy spreading my seed to every virgin daughter I can. And, of course, the not-so-virgin daughters and wives. They all deserve to be blessed. "Oh God, how do women ever get dressed?" you ask yourself quickly. And just like that a life mystery is solved. You now understand why it takes women 20 minutes to dress. You just have to appreciate your body as you dress. And your new body likes to be appreciated. You roll the other though high into place and can't help but make a quick rub of your pussy again. You're already so wet.Focus! Let's finish this. You pick up the corset. Thankfully it's a front lacing one. You wrap it around you..