Jones, and what about Lucy?" I asked with my hand of money outstretched. "It's not cheating if its a guy, and it's not gay for $200", Mr. Jones replie.... Now I am certainly not gay. On that evening however, at that time, and for that money… Well I probably don't need to tell you, I sucked that dick. It was an odd feeling slipping that money into my pocket. I slowly got down to my knees in front of my drunk, smiling boss.His junk had a bit of a smell as I leaned in and took him in my right hand.. I started to protest at seeing mywife so publicly.... well, you know! But as I started to swim in, Isuddenly realized I couldn't--I was naked!I can't describe how totally helpless, how-how impotent I felt at thatmoment, cowering totally nude in the waves, feeling my teeny-peenieshrinking even more in the cold water, and watching this muscular studrun his hands all over my wife's ripe bod--unable to do anything butWATCH!And then I feel a soft hand on my shoulder."Getting chilly?It was a group of. ‘What the hell is that?!’ Diego demanded pointing, when he noticed the distinct finger marks on her left thigh made only through what he thought was rough sex. He marched over and grabbed hold of her arm, turning her to face his angry and jealous expression. ‘Who’ve you been spreading your thighs for?’ he accused. She shrieked from the rough treatment. Before she could defend herself, he pushed his hand in-between her thighs, but as she rose her hand to strike in outrage he quickly caught it. Yoshiko’s strokes grew faster and faster. She loved being a futanari. She could go her whole life like this. Being haunted by the futa-ghost didn’t bother her one bit. She was trying to communicate with Sayuri for Lori’s sake.“Oh, that’s good pussy,” moaned Yoshiko. “Mmm, your princess has a hot cunt. I’m going to dump so much cum in her.”“Oh, you are a wicked kami,” groaned Mitsuko “You must be something naughty. Are you a kitsune?““No. I’m just a girl you made into a futanari. You’re the.