‘I am a teenager, for a few more months, at least,’ I answered. ‘That doesn’t mean you have to look like one,’ Missy countered. ‘I know a ...ew nice boutiques, as soon as we make some more money, I’ll take you there and get you some nice clothes. You’re a very pretty girl, but I think we need to work on making you hot!’ She concluded. Missy did get me some modeling jobs, a few runway shows for a local lingerie boutique and some catalog work. I would never have believed I could model, but it just. He entered the pussyboy.“Ooh, Daddy,” whined Freddie. “Yeah, baby! Give Daddy this boipussy!”“Yes, sir! Fuck me!”Irving humped away jerking hips side to side. He was pulling all the way out and lunging back in.Freddie cried in pleasured agony.“Take it, fag! Take this big Black dick!”“Oh! I love it!”“You better, bitch!”Irving sucked on the fleshy chest as he humped. Knowing his time constraint, he fucked harder. “You want Daddy’s babies?”“Mmhmm! Please!”“Ahhhhhhh,” the man of the house roared as. She squirted at least a quart of fluids all over my hands. The juice was flowing like a river down my legs.My cock was hard as a rock and needed attention. Then I felt some hands opening my pants and taking a handle on it. Almost immediately after that the stroking began. Then I felt the warmth of a mouth engulfing it. It wasn't long before I was spurting my fluids into that loving mouth. I managed to get a peek, looking around Flala. It was Shanana. Damn was she good at that. She licked me. "Smell the bouquet first. Don't gulp it, sip it. Notice the different tastes and the fruitiness? It's fruity without being sweet. It's not vinegary and it's not as dry as some reds."Her hands didn't move. "Eeew." Have I lied to you yet?"She had to think for a few seconds. "I guess you haven't. Not that I can tell." Then try it. If you don't like it you may have something else."At first I thought she was going to pinch her nose shut when she took a sip. The brown arched wings over her eyes.