Today, I wore a mini skirt and a shirt that showed a little bit of cleavage- I walked by his office to find him reading a book. I gently knocked on th... door, and he turned around. ‘Hello, take a seat.’ I gave him a smile and sat down. I let my breasts show and watched in astonishment as he cleared his throat and looked away to his laptop. My heart started to beat in excitement. Such a cute guy. I took out my notebook and flipped through some pages. He was still looking at his laptop screen. I. I loved the taste of futa-cum. I mean, my daughter's pussy was delightful—I could just feast on her snatch—but the cum made it all taste better. I hungered for it. I wanted it with a passion. A strength that could not be denied.Then I remembered where I had just dumped cum.My fingers squeezed her tush. I lifted her rump while kissing down her taint. Cum had leaked out of her asshole. It matted her crack. I kissed it, the salty delight of my own futa-jizz held a sour, earthy taste. The flavor of. She was now led to the bathroom that had a frosted window and cold lighting. He almost dropped the camera when he turned it on and the lens popped out. Yes, she was nervous too, but she was better at hiding it. And she also had one canister of maze in her front pocket of her brown cargo pants and a smaller one tucked into one of her tennis socks. Just in case things should evolve different from her plans. She could see that he was beginning to sweat a bit, that gave her a feeling of being on. . damp. Ipeered downwards to discover the neck of my T-shirt gaping somewhat dueto the breasts it contained. Beyond that was a vulva framed by a pairof hips that, while not childbearing, were definitely not the sort thatwould generally belong to a bloke.Oh. Bloody. Hell.I still wasn't in much of a mood to panic, though by rights I shouldhave been curled into a catatonic ball on the bathroom floor, sobbingquietly about lost manhood or some such nonsense. I grabbed a handfulof bogroll and.