" Perhaps. But, you and Hans...." You're not the only one attracted to strong, commanding, manly types. Ijust like those strong, commanding, manly typ...s to be women. People havewondered why neither Helmut or I have married yet; now you know. However,I do want the respectability of marriage. So I need to find a wealthy manwho won't make any demands of me in the bedroom and is happy for me tosatisfy my own needs in that area with other women."I couldn't help notice she'd said 'women', plural. Did. ”“Yes,” I croaked. I did want to suck on her cock. It was so ... sexy. Like the best part of a boy on a hot lady. A MILF. She was a MILF. She had a daughter. I knew that much. She had a daughter and a cock and a pussy.A futanari ... MILF... My head leaned forward. My black hair, gathered in pigtails, slipped off my shoulders and dangled before me. My mouth came closer and closer to her cock. She grabbed my pigtails, holding on to them but not pulling on them. Just ... playing with them.“Mmm,. “Well where I come from, that is all we do.” He stated as he suddenly scooped Emma off the ground and threw her over his broad shoulders. Emma was impressed by his strength and size and she could feel her racist resolve fade. Emma could smell his scent and feel her legs get wetter from her anxious awaiting vagina. As he carried her into the house Emma lifted her head at hearing the sound of Naomi moaning in pleasure. As Emma looked up she could she Naomi being well fucked by the two black men. I slid my hands down her chest, curving them to cup her boobs and test their weight in my palms, ensuring that my fingers glanced her tender nipples. She glared down at me, her eyelids drooping, as much barely contained lust as anger now.I tugged the layer of shedding skin lower, arriving at her taut belly, her bulging abdominal muscles protruding from beneath her chubby fat as she twisted and flexed them in response to my questing touch. She had an hourglass figure, with a pinched waistline.