He really took to me back when Sam and I were dating and immediately welcomed me to the family. I really liked him so when he spoke, I usually listene...."I don't know. I used to teach but now I don't need to. I suppose I could go back if I really wanted to? I don't know." You need to think about that. You are getting married, at least that is what I heard, and your wife is not going to just sit around tending the house and birthing your kids. You two need to do something and you need to remember. Her stats are 36DD–30–36 (which I measured myself later).She was the perfect girl, an amazing topper in studies, an excellent cook, extremely polite to everyone and always smiling and spreading positivity all around her. Only later that I came to know that she was a submissive slut that just wants her mouth and pussy to be filled by my hot cum every single day.Now, let me not spoil the fun and get back to the story.I went near her to submit the feedback forms but was at a loss for words as soon. While I paid some attention to the cards, I still couldn’t help but notice the rapid shift in what sorts of people entered the train before and after the border. After we crossed the border into the Empire, roughly half of the people boarding the train were fairly normal girls, the sorts you see back home. The rest, however, were taller than most men, some even bumping their heads into the door ceiling on their way in. These girls, I assumed, were futas.I had heard of futas before, of course,. A brief look before I close the door behind me tells me that her mouth is hanging open. I've actually rendered my sister speechless! Nothing seems impossible today!I go to my room and get out my own books and start on my school work. But I don't want to push my luck too far, so after about half an hour I put down my pen and return to my dear sibling. She shoots me a dirty look as soon as I cross the threshold, but she is still sitting at her desk and from the look of it she has not been idle..