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For her part, the teen greedily licks her mother out. Drinking deep of the older redhead’s twat. Smiling I spank Abby’s big round ass. Listening as my two women moan and gasp their pleasure. Soon they are both whining. Louder and louder as their orgasms take them. I smile at my Puritan whores. “It’s bad news.” I tell them reading the letter again. They sit naked on the couch. Our good mood from last night’s incestuous love making gone. “It looks like Grandpa couldn’t cover some of the village payments. The taxes went up a few years ago.” I look at the two women. “We owe back taxes. Even with the website we can’t cover it.” I sit in the big leather chair. Abigail moving to sit in my lap. I put an arm around her warm slim waist. She puts her arms around my neck and rests her head against my shoulder. “Basically the village has been slowly losing money for years.” I indian finish. “You will think of something.” Josephine comes over and leans in to kiss my cheek. The World's First Futa – Futa's Wicked Campaign Chapter Two: Futa's First Wicked Speech By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 “What was your favorite part of campaigning for president?” Adelia Tash asked me. I shivered, and the answer came immediately to my lips. “The rallies.” It was so interesting to talk about the most public part of my life: my bid to become the first futa-president of the United States. I was popular. Almost every woman in America wanted to have my daughter. The all loved me. I just had to keep them energized, and I would win. “Why?” Adelia asked. I could feel the studio audience, and even the world watching our interview being streamed live across the internet, watching, waiting for my answers. What a wonderful forty-eighth birthday this was. “Because I was able to get out among my fans. To feel their love for me as they shouted and cheered.” I shuddered. “I did so many rallies between August and the elections in November to keep my supporters electrified. It was a blur of traveling with my futa-daughters on the campaign trail.” A group of my oldest futa-daughters, girls born to those first few women I made love to as a futanari, had organized it all. While I was out having meaningless sex, they were trying to change the world. Until she takes Calculus two, three and four, I think she should shut up. I like all manner of kissing as long as it doesn’t gag me or bruise up my face. Hope to see you at Charlie's." "Right now? He watched her in the throes of her orgasm, continuously rubbing her clit. He had of course promised, hugging her and wishing her a great time away, though a part of him wished he was going too, though his mother kept stressing it was ‘mostly’ a work thing, not a leisure thing and, that night, he had fallen asleep to the sound of a particularly passionate night just a couple doors over. “I think you just need something to eat; we laid a lot on you this morning.” Dakota, Jill and I all had steak as well. “Can I have the twenty you got from him?” “I’m sure you have no regrets Manya,” said the older man. “You won yourself a big lot of admirers”. The anticipation of the next sexual activity I was promised had also done a tremendous job of keeping my body turned on and my pussy in a steady state of wetness. I was still up there, struggling to stay on my feet in the waist deep water when both Lenny and Jake appeared beside me. 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Sasha hurried and put everything she bought in her bag and walked away blushing. They were doing something weird to my head and God only knows what was going on between my legs. I wasn’t surprised, to be honest.