Toutes les deux étaient brunes.Bruno et Valérie travaillaient à la mine, elle au secrétariat, lui à l'entretient des machines, mais les rumeurs d...e fermeture du site étaient de plus en plus évoquées.Les temps était durs, surtout dans une ville minière touchée par la crise. Ils s’inquiétaient tous de plus en plus pour l'avenir de la famille.Julie avait fêté ses 18 ans la semaine auparavant. Elle avait invité une amie pour la soirée; Valérie avait fait un gâteau et Bruno lui avait acheté une robe. She knew my weak spot and acted upon it real quick. She was a real teaser. Her tongue on my neck did magic every time. She groaned and moaned on my neck like a horny slut in need of cock.My hands started wondering her body covered in white fabric.“Khole… yes…” I moaned.I was so aroused to say anything else. I just let her continue sucking and kissing my neck, letting her have her way with it. My hands all over that big ass of hers, grabbing on to it with everything I had as my cock got harder. My breath left small clouds of fog behind me and I only wished that I had real legs instead of arms, so that I wouldn't have to run upright all the time, which seemed awkward and alien to me.I was washing myself in the stream, which had just a little ice forming along the banks where the water moved slowly. It was bitterly cold, of course, and I rubbed my hands over my body briskly, spending most of my attention on my sex and lower, washing my ass thoroughly. It was stimulating and refreshing,. “There’s something else you want in YOU.” Jenna bit her bottom lip in silence, her eyes losing focus for a moment. “I’m not gay,” She whispered with her head cast downward. Futanarism was rare, but frequent enough for rampant stereotypes. Scores of half-truths and outright lies about the godlike sexual energy of futanari. It didn’t surprise her that a preppy plastic bitch like Jenna was into getting fucked by Diana because she bought into the hype. Plenty disapproved of their kind in public but.