The bartender "Sam" and I started talking and discovered we have almost everything in common. From our bisexuality to our love of our shitty baseball ...team. Sam was tall 5 foot 11, long blonde hair with dark streets, full bright red lips and huge tits....double D implants and always wore tops that showed them off! I started being a regular twice a week for about a month, each time we talked and laughed, it was like dating we had a good time...One Friday night I stepper through the door. I massaged her asscheeks for a little while and then moved down to her outer and back thighs. When I were to do the inner thighs I started from the back of her knees and slowly worked my way up.I got to her crotch and I gently massaged around her pussy before gently starting to massage her outer pussylips. By this time it had grown quite hot and moist between her legs and as I kept massaging her pussy, more and more like actual fondling, her pussy grew wetter and wetter. Encouraged by this I. "So... how'd it go?" asked Van cautiously."Fine," she said lugubriously. "I did what you wanted, Van. I left a note telling Bobby I couldn't be his girlfriend any more." She then looked at him with a bit of the fire in her eyes that he'd been expecting."Did you bring the pictures?" she said, eyeing him closely for the first time."Sure baby," he said soothingly. He pulled the pictures from a pocket and handed them to her, face down. Julie took them and put them on her lap without turning them. Watersports are allowed.___________________________________________________________________________________________"Wow, Ruby! Thanks for helping me out back there! I owe you one!" Jaune said as Ruby blushed the futa had never met a boy before and after going through weapons, guns, blades, dust, and guns, and guns, did she mention guns? She had nothing else to talk about! What do I do!? What do I say!? I don't want him to think I'm a weird futa Ruby thought her inner wheels turning rapidly as.