In my own weird way I loved Greta, but her value to me went beyond the beautiful face, the superb body and nymphomanical nature - it was also her mone...y. More specifically it was the money she would get when her parents died. They had something in the neighborhood of sixty-five million dollars that would go to their only child when they departed this vale of tears to go on to the great beyond. I could put up with a hell of a lot of infidelity for a share of that. The key to the treasure chest. When we got home Mary Beth got contraception, of course. She also spent every night in my bed. We were young horny lovers for sure. She frequently surprised me with something new that she’d seen on the internet. Girls can like porn too, I discovered.One real big surprise was on my birthday. She sent me to bed early after my birthday dinner, saying my gift would be delivered there. Of course I was ready and hard in anticipation. There was candlelight in the room and I was instructed to keep my. Seeing how jacked she was made me so curious about the futa. I’d seen pleanty of pictures of them, and on my walk I’d now seen dozens, but I just couldn’t wrap my mind around how they could be so varied. Before futa, the closest thing to them was the mythological Amazons. Those women were always presented as Greek women around six-feet tall and comprised of lean muscles, like Wonder Woman. But Futa were much like women of the real world, where they had all sorts of shapes and skin tones. The. Irene stood there sipping hers admiring how this homemade whiskey was far smoother and better tasting than any store bought stuff from home.Then her eyes gazed down seeing her daughter laid out, still fully naked, the slimey juices still oozing a bit from her open pussy her tits were slick with it all as well admiring how her long nipple flesh stood up so proudly and fully from her small tit flesh the nipple still dark red and swollen. Damn it made her shiver thinking about it all!!Esterr and.