" I know." Your dad always made it fun. And the games were a lot better, too."We'd had a good meal at home so we didn't need to hit the snack bar at t...he game. By the time it was over, we were ready to get something.We took a look at our finances and realized Perlione's was out of the question. I'd gotten used to our Friday night pizzas. John had spoiled us ever since I'd met Jill. We ended up at Taco Bell, like the good old days before Jill ran into me.We talked about costumes for the dances. ”“Wait,” Phil asked, turning his head from one to the other to alert Abe and the others where they were. He also waved his cane under them, indicating they were within striking distance—less than a cane’s length from him. “If you’re replacements, who are you replacing, and why didn’t you appear gradually?”“Creators selected and prepared us. That’s why we knew what you try,” Zchezzlr said.“Hold on,” Phil said, lowering his cane partially and stepping forward to confront her. “The Creators sent. I told her it was no big deal and I left it at that.Just after lunch I was paged over the PA to come to the front office, when I got there I was told to report to the owner's office. I knocked and was asked to come in. In the office was the owner and another man, who I noticed as the man who's photo was on the driver's license in the wallet I had found. The wallets owner was very grateful for finding his wallet and explained that he had taken his mother to church that morning and she was cold. The blonde Krystine leaned in and licked the tip of my girl-dick.“Mmm, that’s her salty precum,” she moaned in awe. “Oh, yes, Futanari, we are so honored.”“And blessed,” Meadow purred, the black-haired girl lifting her face to nuzzle between my thighs. “Oh, her pussy smells so good and...” She took a lick through my folds. I gasped, my futa-dick throbbing. “She tastes even better than any other woman.”“Of course she does,” whimpered Jocelin. “She’s our Goddess.”My pussy clenched at that word..