”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 video, and all the bullying ends?”The principal shrugged. “It can’t hurt. I’ve heard from the Pervert. He was all the way against me now, and I could feel his chest hair on my back. He started to pull out slowly and push back in withsuch ease. I was moaning and found myself humping him faster and faster. I wanted his cock, and I wanted his cum inside me! By this time, it was so hotin my bedroom, Clay and I were both dripping with sweat. Clay reached up to wipe his face and forehead and when he did, I grabbed his hand and thrust it to the top of my head. I grunted at Clay, "pull my hair!" . Snacks and beverages were supplied and the adults settled themselves in the living room.The standard orientation was delivered. As usual, the two eldest of the women lamented that they were too old to start a new family. As usual, the AI displayed holograms of the six mature women and encouraged them to request modifications. When the two teen girls complained of being left out, their hologram likenesses were added. Alterations were made until the women were delighted with the results. Karl sat. "Evelyn sighed. I think there might be two or three times when that occurred. I guess I am a bit jealous when it comes to relationships, but probably where I really went overboard was with Diane Wilson.Diane was a model. My boyfriend was a video producer who did some of our commercials. I know it is not a good idea to mix romance and business, but the sex was plentiful and great and I thought he really did love me... maybe he did. He was supposed to be auditioning models for a new campaign.