I pulled against the handcuffs. I grunted and grimmaced as i slowly squashed my poor, purple balls partway through the chromium steel. Cindee was sudd...nly right behind me, brushing her soft lips against my ear. Her breath was hot and her voice raspy as she whispered. "Oh, no you don't!"She leaned in hard against me. Her soft, heavy breasts pressed against my back, and her toned thighs brushed the back of my legs, and her pussy mound pressed against my ass. She wrapped her arms around my waist,. One of the guys removed her white bikini top and began sucking on her tits. The other untied her bottoms and gave them a fling to the side. In no time he had two fingers buried in her very wet pussy. Marybeth was either one hell of an actress or really loved fucking because in no time her hips were rocking in motion to the finger fucking and she was purring as her nipples were being sucked. The guys laid her back on the bed and one took up position between her legs and began tonguing and. I had to fill her with every drop of my futa-cum.“Damn!” I groaned, my pussy clenching as I thrust into her cunt. “Rosemary, your pussy is amazing. I'm going to breed you! You're going to have my futa-daughter!”“Mmm, yes!” she said, a dreamy look flitting across her face. “She's going to start our family, Kurt!”“She is!” he groaned and then they were kissing again.I was witnessing their love while I drove my futa-dick in and out of her pussy. I shuddered, wrapped up in it. I kissed at her. I liked to listen to them as they talked about some of the regular kids on the program. There was this one boy, Norman was his name, and all three of the girls thought he was so cute. There were a couple of girls I liked to look at too, but they were a long ways away, in Philadelphia, too far to build up a real head of steam over. We all liked to look at the new dance steps that the kids were doing on television. I learned quite a bit by watching them. After a couple of weeks, the girls got me.