Far younger than she could remember ever having seen him, Kagito regarded her ecstatically."Oh my god..." Ryoko whispered, her voice thick with emotio...s unbidden."What the hell's he doing here?" Be at ease!" Ena told her, stepping into view between Ryoko and her nemesis resurrected."You are in no danger!" She continued. "These are your memories!"Ena paused making certain Ryoko's eyes were trained on her."From deep within your mind!"Ryoko staired, dividing her gaze between Ena and Kagito, fear. “Well, well, get naked,” I moaned. “It’s time for me to fuck you with this heavenly gift, Mrs. Mathews.”She slid her mouth off my cock and moaned, “Hallelujah!”Madeline MarlowI glanced out my bedroom window and spotted Mrs. Spencer checking the mail. She was wearing a sundress. Her breast had grown large since giving birth to her new baby. I bit my lips, wondering if Mr. Spencer was satisfying her.Or if she was like Mrs. Reyes and myself. Never knowing the true pleasure of sex until a futa came. Exhausted, we collapsed against each other in tangle of arms and legs, laughing as we tickled our fingertips across each other’s faces between kisses. The beeping of my auto-pilot reminded me of our course change and I reached beneath the helm and tossed my lover a t-shirt from my stash kept there so we could start heading to harbor without raising too many eyebrows. As Holli was a good half foot taller than me, even my oversized shirt hung tantalizing close to the curve of her ass. The sight. Being carried by a man is one of the most fulfilling emotions for a woman- a sense of being taken. Maybe due to our predecessors’ collective consciousness being carried throughout history. I opened my legs to provide him a glorious view of my dripping pussy. He licked his lips in sheer lust.“Oh, mom, you are watering down there,” he groaned ecstatically.“Yes, son, and for your plunging tool. Ay ebar to ma ke emon chodon de jeno amar guder jol taratari khose. (Come now, fuck your mom so hard.