.. what are you doing?" came the shout from behind me."Stop ... stop!!!" followed quickly.I was too far gone to stop. I was balls deep inside Zoe with...my cock pumping its precious load of hot cream into Zoe's exploding teenage pussy. We were in the midst of some sensational "break-up" sex, and nothing else mattered.Not even the hysterical screams of my mother from the doorway to my room.That was the reason why I was banished to stay with my aunt Beth for the summer holidays.But not the reason. A futanari double-horsecock demon. Two giant purple horsecocksnext to each other with a ballsack lacking any hair hanging below it,equally as impressive. The legs seemed big and powerful while they endedin hooves, not feet. Both arms had sharp claws/ On the sides there weregiant back like wings that were only there for decoration and two darkand twisted looking horns arose from the faceHer lips curled into a wide, unsetting grin.Andrea bent down and opened up the suit's asshole. It stretched. ’ The bald guy checked his clipboard. ‘I’m looking for… A. Boyd.’ ‘I’m a Boyd,’ Abby said, laughing. The mover just looked at her and chewed on his toothpick. Abby cleared her throat. ‘Sorry. I’m Abby Boyd.’ The bald guy checked his clipboard again. ‘And is your address…6-1-2…?’ ‘Yes, that’s my address,’ Abby said. ‘I’m Abby Boyd, this is my place, that’s my stuff on the truck. Like I said, you are looking for me.’ Her charm was cracking in the heat. What was she thinking getting hot coffee?. ‘Hi, Bob,’ said Julie, stretching to kiss my cheek. ‘When did you get here?’ ‘Part way through ‘Smoke gets in your eyes,’ so I stood at the back and just watched and listened. You were great.’ ‘Thanks. It felt good, but I could feel my throat getting tight on that last number.’ ‘It didn’t show.’ ‘I’m not usually so throaty singing that one,’ she said, with a grin. ‘It sounded good. Have we a table?’ ‘We have. Max, he’s the manager, reserved us one.’ ‘Great. Have you eaten?’ ‘No. You?’ ‘Not yet..