This is my real incident of my life. If you find my story interesting & wanna contact me than mail me My narration is not well. So please forgive me... & just read it.Any lady looking for a good relationship can also mail me (secrecy assured).Let me tell you about my incident in my school days. When I was studying 10+2.Our family was very conservative and talking about sex was taboo thing in that time. Frankly I never had much knowledge of sex at that time. The information was limited to the. Oh my God!” he said, repeating himself serially.“When?” he said.“July,” she said, smiling. “Likely the middle of the month.”“Oh my God!” he said. He suddenly took on a solemn expression. And you’re scheduled to try to visit him in June.”“Yes, and I’ve been thinking about that too. There’s no reason he can’t see me pregnant, I mean if he will. But it is a long trip up there to that little town. I mean if we do continue to try and see him. Maybe we should change the schedule or something. What do. My hands went around her waist. I didn’t care that we were both girls. I held her hips as our lips moved, kissing each other, loving each other.It was wondrous.And then she broke the kiss, her eyes so sad.“What?” I panted.“My father is looking for a husband for me,” she whispered. “I wish you were a man, Sayuri-chan.”500 years later... Chris’s question hung in the air as Miyu pulled away. The Japanese schoolgirl, a futanari-schoolgirl, adjusted her blouse, her cock thrusting before her coated. Cameron bites my nipples hard before sliding his now soft dick out of me. He moves out from underneath me, quickly being replaced by another stranger. “My turn to fuck the slut,” he purrs in my ear, shoving his hard dick in my cunt in one fluid motion. Once again I feel a bulging cock head tap on my lips, waiting for me to open my mouth. This one is smaller than Cameron and thinner than Hunter. My mind reels, counting…there must be at least SIX men on the boat. I tremble with delight. “I guess.