"Good girl," he said approvingly.Then, in one quick movement he gripped both sides of the cage and moved until I felt the long thickness of his tongue... engulf my little pussy in one quick movement. I felt my entire body shudder, as I exhaled a long tortured moan. Eagerly I began to grind my cunt against his mouth, his invasive tongue wasting no time pushing into the core of my wetness. He began to deliberately tongue-fuck me with a length and thickness and seemed to know no bounds. I could feel. We had started to gather a small crowd. Eventually he spoke into his radio. "The kid wants the manager out here. There're too many people for that. The longer we mess about the bigger the crowd." The radio crackled unintelligibly. He turned to me. "The manager'll be here in a minute," he tailed off talking to himself, but I still heard him say, "for all the good it will do you."About a minute or so later a man in his thirties, wearing an ill-fitting suit, came out from the door marked. My mom was sexy. I remembered that first masturbatory fantasy I had after my cock grew the day before. I had imagined my mother and Reverend Helen August sucking on my girl-dick. I had cum hard.Allie had shown me that incest was delicious. I tried not to look at my mother’s stocking-clad thighs, but... My dick throbbed. Becoming a futanari, one of the few in the world, had changed my sexual orientation in a flash. I thought of girls, girls, and more girls now. I breathed in as I forced myself. ‘‘Owww,’’ she whined.“You shouldn’t have drunk so much,” I told her.Last night we went to a party where we both had a couple of too many beers.‘‘You couldn’t find any of your own tops to wear?’’ I asked.‘‘I don’t have anything on underneath, and mine is not long enough to hide my ass,’’ she answered.‘‘Oh, I see.’’ I said smiling, ‘‘Did you just stripped and crashed last night then?’’‘‘I don’t even remember stripping, I don’t even remember getting up the stairs,’’ she told me.‘‘I helped you up.