I'll enjoy her tomorrow.” “Really?” Bethany asked, her golden-blonde hair pulled back in a bun that made the twenty-four-year-old futanari look even older. “She's really looking forward to it. It's her eighteenth birthday today.” “I know. Sorry.” Bethany procured me the virgin a day I like to deflower, selecting them from the girls turning eighteen across America who all were eager to lose their virginity, and to oral be bred, by me. “She can wait if she wants, but I don't know what time I'll be finished. It could be very late.” “I'll let her know,” Bethany said, shaking her head. Rebecca frowned and Lola sighed. She and Rebecca had a weird relationship. They were half-sisters through me, but step-aunt and niece through their mothers. Mrs. Albertson was Rebecca's mother and Janice, Mrs. Albertson's step-daughter, was Lola's. “Leah,” I shouted across the room to where my press secretary sat on a couch, her strawberry-blonde hair framing a tired face, “get me King Njam.” “I'll have the big coffee brewed,” Bethany said on her way to the door. “Thank you,” I said, smiling at her. Bethany made sure I was taken care of. My futa-daughter was sometimes like my mother. “Hey, yes, President Woodward is holding for King Njam,” Leah said into her phone. All our phones were synced up with the computers. She could put the video conference through to my screen with a tap of a button. “What's the problem in the UAE?” I asked as I waited. Rebecca sat down on the edge of my desk. “What else? Fundamentalist have grabbed a pair of our sisters who went over there as brides.” My stomach clenched. So far, none asian of the fundamentalists had harmed my futa-daughters. In japan the last few years, groups of futanari had been streaming into the Middle East to “marry” men and be their futa-wives. They would make him more attractive to marry multiple women. King Njam and the Wahhabiist clerics of Saudi Arabia had been putting Hardcore it out that futas were sent by Allah to change mankind and bring about a new world peace, implying that a united world government would let Islam spread across the whole world. I didn't mind. It meant my futa-daughters were having children over there. They were all volunteers, finding men they felt would make good partners, and then sharing the man's wives as their lovers. However, the fundamentalist hated it. “Ah, Becky,” King Njam said when he appeared on my screen. “How good it is to see you.” I would like to try it.” “Watch your tongue girl. Brick was middle aged but still good looking. Chloe will be perfectly positioned to receive a cock in her mouth and a second in her pussy. All tasks that suit their abilities and fulfill their lives. At this point I bury my face on the pillow as I take my ass higher. But as time would tell, I would soon find out that he wasn't fully hard when I saw him that night. He couldn’t believe how perfect she was. When Sandy was finished hugging me, she turned to Neil, eyeing him up and down, "So this your fuck buddy, oral huh?" I didn’t want this but I couldn’t stop it. i told her she must do it for me. Hands reached from all sides to fasten her wrists and ankles to the table, spreading her burning arse for more punishment. “No, I didn’t you guys should leave us alone”. asian “You sweet thing!” gasped Mrs. Minx, her bowels writhing around my futa-dick. The pain Deana felt evoked a sudden rage. I'll be turning Hardcore 18 this September." “How many of them?” I told him i am extremely happy to know he is fucking her. Morning light japan big streamed into my bedroom window so I knew it couldn’t be too late in the day. After he had watched a few of my throws, my father walked off, saying: “Be careful.