That much hair marked him as one of the dregs. He was social poison.Worse, Marigold knew that he didn't have to be. Freshman year, he'd been on Mannsb...rough High's track team. Now that she was really looking at him, Marigold noticed that he had kept in shape since then, even bulked up some. He could easily fit in with Randy Vandevoort and the football team if he would just make a few changes.The hair would have to go--and the clothes, of course. He was wearing some generic blue jeans that he'd. Inside, Fumi was standing bottomless. There was a towel underneath her as she stood with her pawed hand to the bed. She was breathing a little harder than usual, but she didn’t seem to be in any distress.“Hello, my little furry friend,” Taweret told her. “Going into your next delivery? My timing was perfect.”“Heh...” Fumi replied. Gary stood next to her as she reached her hand to him. They gripped onto each other’s hands as they looked at the hippo. She got down to her knees so she could watch. As soon as I did, her hand circled to and she began to gently stroke it. I slowly slid my hand under her skirt where I began to gently rub the crotch of her very wet panties.I had been without a lover for quite a while and it didn't take long before I was ready to shoot my load. I told her so as I reached for the cocktail napkin. She stopped me from sliding it under the tablecloth."That will be too rough a texture for him," she said in low voice.She let go of my cock and excused herself to. After she had, she then licked it, and sucked it, giving me a nice close up view of that gorgeous nipple of hers as she did.We spent the next twenty minutes watching one another pleasuring ourselves, though all she saw of me during that time was my very hard cock and balls. Nearing release, as we both were by now, she typed, "Would you like seeing me squirt?" Holy fucking shit!" I thought. "My mother squirts too?" I rapidly typed back, "Fuck yes! Please!"Seeing her smile, seeing the look on my.