I looked up and wasn't disappointed. The voice belonged to six foot of Latino male, mid twenties, slim, dark eyes and air and very very fuckable, some...here between my legs a bell rang."Bacardi breezer." I offered my empty glass; if he could have understood symbolism he'd have been perfect.He returned with the drink and seated himself besides me. I wondered briefly if anyone had noticed how I was been hit on by a gorgeous hunk.We exchanged first names, I was Paula and he was Carlos, very Latino,. "I know. Kiss her again but mean it," she said. We did. Her movement quickened. She brought the Amazon's hand to a breast. The Amazon squeezed her budding breasts through the cloth. I dropped mine and carefully caressed the teenager's labia and found her tiny clit. "Oooh. Can I touch it? Is it hard?" referring to my growing penis. Nodding while kissing didn't communicate permission. I detached a moment and allowed it verbally. Her fingers touched my pants. Realizing they would get damp I. "Sending a request to Demonia. Two of my new school friends sent mecontact information," she answered as she giggled to herself over thethought of actually having 'School friends'.Then she flipped her long hair as she turned looking at him seductivelyover her shoulder before gnashing her overlong tusks at him.++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Kasha sat rereading the Email from Mistress Gwendolyn."Kasha, I've been in contact with a mutual friend who wishes you tocontact one of. I had to resist the urge to go and lick him like a lollipop. I could feel my fresh panties becoming wet, imagining myself working my tongue over his cock like it was candy. Shaking myself out of the lust induced trance, I walked over to him, coffee in hand. Handing him his cup, I took a sip from mine. “What do you want to do today, Daddy?” I said, leaning against one of the columns that formed the doorway to the dining room. I watched my father, his eyes fixed to the small patch of skin that.