“I love cocks so much,” she cooed, “I just don’t understand the girls who think they’re weird. They’re like the awesomest things in the un...iverse.” I sat paralyzed as she reached her fingertips towards me, only to stop just before making contact. Instead, Amy leaned in and gently breathed warm air across the sensitive skin, making my already hard member jolt upright at extreme attention. “Your cock is absolutely beautiful. It’s like the perfect shape.” With that, she grasped hold of me with her. ”“Why, a gangbang of you, of course.” The futa-president smiled. “Mmm, my wife and I are eager to see it.”I hated how my cock swelled harder and harder and my pussy grew wet. I wasn't that sort of futa. I didn't do that, but... Everyone hated me. I was deluding myself about regaining my place at the top. The girls weren't going to come around. I was horny. I needed pleasure. I needed to cum. Masturbation wasn't cutting it. I needed to be with girls again. To enjoy their pussies.“So... I do this. The suit slithered out of her mouth “you will need me soon more than you know it” with that the suit was taken to her mother to be disconnected. The next day she woke up the next day felling a little different and she didn’t know how but something was different and she knew it. She was on her way to school with her friend Brad and she started to do something weird she took Brad and went to the most hidden place she knew no one would find them. Brad started worrying saying “what’s up Jenny?”. Well, buddy, you moved to a predominantly Christian country where your Muslim ass is the minority. If you don’t like it, that intolerant redneck Stephen Harper will happily send you back to the desert. I don’t like him but he’s good at dealing with religious crazies from exotic places. Me? I was born in the City of Montreal, Quebec. I’m a Canadian citizen by birth. They couldn’t get rid of me if they tried. Stop gawking at my cross, Ahmed, or I’ll find you. All these thoughts run through my.