You had to make constant adjustments in order to effectively use it. And I still hadn't mastered the regular whip.Fortunately, the first part of the d...y was great. It wasn't that Shawn and I spent the whole day making love. In fact, she left after we had a leisurely Sunday breakfast. But I did spend the day in that post-coital bliss that lets you find the hidden pleasures in everything else you do, from reading the paper to cooking dinner. At one point while I was watching the ballgame on. The futas erupted into cheers. They were standing up, clapping. Some flashed tits or cocks at me. I heard my name cried from a dozen different directions. The perverted cheerleaders did high kicks, flashing their naked pussies, their tits bouncing in the thinnest of boob tubes, on the verge of bursting free as they shook their pompoms.“LOLA!” began chanting from them. It spread into the student body.“LOLA!”“LOLA!”“LOLA!” I ignored the sounds. Of course, every futa was eager to see me. For most. God, pussy like this… His eyes roll into the back of his head and he loses himself in the smell and taste of the girl. Quickening his finger, he focuses his tongue on her clit, nose deep between her lips. “Oh god, god!” She squeezes around him. “Please… please stop. I promise I won’t…” She can’t finish her sentence as he adds another finger, turning his wrist and wiggling the fingers inside of her. “If your pussy is this amazing,” he says, coming up for breath, “I can’t imagine how your mouth. Kate was every Josephine wasn’t; so whenever he did anything with Kate he didn’t think of his little sister. Well, not subconsciously; he knew deep down the only reason he ever came with Kate was because he always thought back to the first time he slept with Josephine. He slid a hand up her back, moving her forward; pressing her almost naked body against his as the hot water continued to pound down on the two.“You’re gunna....blow her off? For me?”“For you.” He replied as he looked into her.