SMACK!That fleshy sound preceded Stacie's hard thrust into my cunt.SMACK!Again.SMACK!And again.SMACK!Every time my futa-lover slammed into Stacie's cu...t, it drove the swim captain's cock to the hilt in my pussy. It was like Keisha was fucking me through Stacie's body I loved it. My cunt gripped that amazing cock. The pleasure surged through me. I quivered and shuddered on the floor. My tongue danced with hers, reveling in sharing this moment.“Ooh, I love it when you fuck me, Isadora!” moaned. I remember the farm, I remember we stayed a week there one time but all I remember are vague remembrances of the animals and of Uncle Patrick and Aunt Bertha. Why do you ask?" Do you remember we were talking about seeing if I could erase memories?" I asked, and she nodded. "Well it appears that I can! Yes, I guess I really can make them go away. Now what was this about you wanting a repeat performance of Saturday mornings' little tryst? Are you talking about now, or later in your bedroom?" You. He told me they were a special project he was working on justfor me. I thanked him although I didn't really know why. He then told meto take the briefs off that I had on. As I did he asked if I had smelledthem. I said yes, and he said that I should smell them again. I did astold. I was so hard my erection was standing straight up. Then he askedif I wanted to smell the ones he was wearing. Eagerly, although notunderstanding my reaction, I said yes, please. He laughed and then saidperhaps I. Our corporation should investigated a Chicago-to-Chicago double pole flight under sponsorship in a Workhorse aircraft. Our technical people and engineers are keen to investigate, believing our 12-seater stripped out for fuel tanks could be suitable. We parachute mail somewhere on both poles for publicity and promote the reliability of our aircraft if this venture comes off successfully and market with the line, ‘Our Workhorses Go Anywhere’. The originator of this proposal believes the double.