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” She was almost begging. “Please show me your cock.”I wanted to and was close to whipping it out when the insanity of the whole scenario struck me. I was sitting in the dining room of the new neighbors I had met only that morning, getting ready to expose myself to the masturbating wife while her husband was working upstairs. “No Shelly,” I denied her with great restraint. “I can’t. We gotta stop this. Mike’s just upstairs and could come down any time.”“Oohh, pleassee. Let me see your dick.. Marcie, fuck my hot, little c-cunt with your big d-dick!”“My big futa-dick,” I groaned. “I'm a futanari now. Like those two cheerleaders. Did you see the game on Friday?” It was so hot watching Kimmie and Cassandra, the two futa-cheerleaders, fucking their fellow cheer mates during the game. “No,” she squeaked. “But...please, fuck me! With your big futa-dick, Ms. Marcie! My hot, little cunt needs it. B-because I'm a...a schoolgirl-slut!”Her entire body shook saying those last words. Her pussy. I couldn't help looking at myengagement ring, the diamond sparkling brightly, announcing, noscreaming, that my heart and soul belonged to another woman.I finally composed myself, "If you can't see me, who's going to help mewith the dress?" I'm sure I'd need all kinds of help."I will, Mom, I'm your Maid of Honor!" Of course, it was all taken careof.Theresa hugged and kissed her soon to be wife again, then left the room,"Remember, no peeking! I love you Mrs. Meyers." I love you, Mrs. Meyers!" . Greg pulled his hands out from their hiding places and unbuttoned Sarah's blouse. Her breasts seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as they felt the air rush in. He then unhooked her bra, letting her breasts free. He leaned over and sucked on a nipple, while his left hand went back to her panties. While sucking and nibbling, he worked his hand under her panties and felt her stiffening penis. He worked his fingers around it and started to stroke slowly. Sarah moaned as Greg relaxed her spirit.Greg.
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