“Well, I can tell your pumped. And I bet I know why.” Monique smiled. “Futas!”I groaned as the crowd cheered. My daughter sucked harder on my ...dick. My snatch clenching. She purred around it, her blue eyes flashing up at me. She fluffed my cock with expertise ease, keeping me aching hard but not giving me the satisfaction my dick needed.“That’s right. You’ve seen the promos and Channel 5’s expose say on Dr. Rita and her magical healing futa-spunk. So let’s say we met a real live futa.”The crowd. " Gabriel nodded."You lick and suck on that and she'll get REAL happy!" Pietro announced. "You can lick her slit and her lips and stuff -- I think you can even play in her butt -- but that little bump under there is probably the most bang for the buck. Sometimes it is too sensitive, so you have to fool around on the sides or the top -- but I just dig in there, underneath..." Where did you learn this?" Gabriel asked."Me, Silly!" Brie giggled.Gabriel and Lillian both turned wide eyes on her.. ”After we disentangled ourselves Clare placed a pillow in such a way that when her neck and shoulders were propped up on the pillows at the top of the bed her lower back and the top of her bum were supported so as she drew her legs up and opened them wide her beautiful hole was exposed and ready to be filled, Anne got back on the bed and started to apply Vaseline first to Clare's hole and cock and then handed it to me telling me to prepare her hole and my cock the same way.Clare let out a deep. I shook my head, and said, "No, a glass of santhal, light on the ice, please." Santhal was the Craxill equivalent of iced tea, for humans at least, and a distinct change from my usual stout, or occasional whiskey. Santhal affected Craxill like a mild wine, or sparkling cider. They could get drunk on it, but not very fast.Laura didn't comment, just nodded and moved towards the kitchen to place the couple's order. I watched her leave, enjoying the view of her well-shaped figure in the.