She was relaxing, and it felt like she was going to drift off to sleep. Her arm moved, and she started to slide her hand down my chest. "Shhhh" she wh...ispered. I knew where this was going, but couldn't, and quite frankly didn't want to, stop it. She slid her hand under my waistline, and rested it on my dick. Her hand was so warm, and soft against my dick. When she realized I wasn't going to resist, she grabbed a firm, yet gentle hold and started to jerk me off. I moved the pillow from my face. As I did, I looked up at Debbie. She had her head down with her eyes closed and her tits bounced up and down as she rode Greg like a bull in a rodeo. Kyle grabbed his cock and rammed it into me. I spread my legs wide, and my eyes bulged as he began fucking me deep. The bed rocked underneath us and all four of us were talking dirty to each other. Kyle grabbed on of my legs and put it over his shoulder, he grabbed my thigh, and turned me on my left side. He was fucking me deep but not really. She pulled her elbows in and propped herself up. “In this case, I’m the kid.” Then a painful pause. “And I want to see if we’re sisters.”“You?” Maddi gasped. “And me?” She allowed the words to hit her. “So you want to see if Rochelle Masters is your futa-mom.”“Wanna know what a lot of the girls in my group home thought?” Mallory asked. “They said your mom made those shelters for futanari so she’d have a place to store all her children.”“Yeah,” Maddi said under her breath. “I can see why you’d. He had one of the other women let out her French braid and comb it out. They placed Jenny so her head hung over the arm of the love seat, with her hair cascading over it. They placed her left leg so it hung over the side, with her foot on the floor. They placed her right leg in a bent position so that her lower leg and foot rested along the top of the back of the love seat. They placed her so that her left hand was buried under her, below her back. Her right index finger was inserted into her.