"Well this is my show-off car. I use it when I have to schmooze a potential customer... or a date!" he said, winking at me. I blushed as he continued,..."Usually you can find me driving around in my truck - that's the vehicle I do most of my work in - either at the worksite or running to get parts or supplies." "I see," I said. We drove a few more minutes before reaching the restaurant. Mark parked the car and got out, coming around to help me out of the car. Then we went inside. "We have a. No one speaks.The old lady thinks:The Kiwi guy must have groped the blonde in the dark, and she slapped his cheek.The blonde Swiss girl thinks:That Kiwi guy must have tried to grope me in the dark, but missed and fondled the old lady and she slapped his cheek.The Kiwi thinks:The Aussie bloke must have groped the blonde in the dark. She tried to slap him but missed and got me instead.The Aussie thinks:I can't wait for another tunnel, just so I can smack that Fucking Kiwi again.These are. All of the women in the pictures were white, but I noticed that some of the men they were with were black. That was something unheard of in our small community.I wasn’t sure what to think, I’d flipped through hundreds of pornographic photos, and was confused about what Dean was suggesting. The only thing I was certain of was how horny I was. Looking at all the pictures had turned me on, my pussy was tingling.Dean came back into the room, carrying two cups of tea. “Oh good, you’ve finished. It landed on the nearest puddle of Chris's girl-jizz. The light pulsed as it slid along the floor, leaving no jizz in its wake. It was hungry, sliding through the cum, gathering up every drop on the floor.Chris shivered. “You like it, huh? Just a little cum-slut there, hitodama?”A dollop of cum, beading the tip of Chris's dick, fell to the floor and landed with a splatter at her feet.The hitodama pulsed and shot across the floor at Chris. The blonde futanari gasped in shock, stepping back as.