I’m not superstitious or nothin’, but since it was with all that other weird stuff, it seems more… like it was, y’know, important, or significant or somethin’. Had it hanging there from my rear-view mirror, right up ‘till the funeral. Kiiinda don’t wanna risk Mom randomly recognizing it now and really flipping out on me. So, I want you to have it.” “Are you sure?” Emily asked. “You’re not gonna… put it back where you lingerie found it?” “Too late for that,” Samantha snorted. “She sure as hell went through all her little mementos soon as she heard the news. Fuck me, right? Had it just dangling out in the open there for forever. Damned lucky she never noticed it, that would not have been a fun conversation. I mean, she’s never in here, ‘cause she hates my driving, but still.” “Well… it’s really cool,” Emily said. “Thank you.” “No sweat, little sistah,” Samantha laughed. “Wait, what if my Mom recognizes it?” “Well don’t go wavin’ it around in her face,” Samantha said. “Anyone asks, then… I dunno, make up a story.” “…Okay. I’ll say you got it from a shrine in Japan,” Emily felt a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Japan? Yeah, like I’ve been overseas. You know I went to San Michaels, right?” “Alright, fine then. I’ll tell everyone you japanese got it from a vending machine.” “Listen, do you gotta go into explainin’ details to people at all? Or bringing me into it?” • • • How can I NOT be bitter about this? Emily thought as she first stepped inside her morning class at Truliet. Sure, she hadn’t expected big posters with bright colors and cartoon frogs and kittens to be plastered everywhere like in middle school—but glancing around her classroom now, the only papers decorating the walls were uninteresting notices. Reminders, rules. Everything just seemed so bleak, bland and austere. Her fellow students were arguably worse. Hardly anyone was making an effort to socialize, and it was all carefully styled appearances and posturing, putting on airs to make a ‘cool’ impression the first day of high school. All of the other titjob girls in her grade level seemed to have sprouted up tall and blossomed into nubile young adults, graceful and mature, while Emily felt stunted in comparison, like puberty had given up before finishing the job. She was short, she had boyish hips, and wearing her stupid bra at all felt like open deceit. Emily was already the miserable little Hairy punk who thought figuring out what to do with her hair was too much of a chore, and never applied more makeup than just some quick eyeliner. She’d simply worn her favorite clothes—jeans with holes in the knees and that gray Shinobi Souls T-shirt. It was comfy, and featured an action spread of the main characters leaping forward from the backdrop of an exploding blood splatter. As it turned out, however, wearing it was a mistake. “Sooo, you must really be into that Japanime , huh? I want you to buy me one." Then it was Karen’s turn. I squeezed my shaft hard for a moment, as I tongued her clitoris and then slipped down further to probe at that moist indent, so delicious, lightly flavored, with the barest hint of musk, and pure teen pussy. That fire was uncontrollable. I just stood there for a few seconds to make sure that I was able japanese to climb down without my legs giving way and me having a terrible accident. Avery was wearing a black long sleeved shirt with tight black yoga pants. Her pussy was left unattended, but even so, it opened on its own accord, the blushing petals unfurling to release the rivulets of terrible arousal down her taint. This is feeling so good. It was white leather, and it molded perfectly to her every curve, exposed her at the midriff and thighs, and highlighted her assets with gilded plates. Amy was just over 5’ tall and weighed in at a whopping 110 lbs. There was lots to talk about and lots to learn but that would wait.... This was so wrong. Girls and futas cried out in their own ecstasy as my orgasm built and built, my mother's pussy bringing me closer and closer to my eruption. She thought that it probably was his real name - it was a very expensive, very discrete agency, and they were meeting at a hotel that would almost certainly demand a credit card. “Ooh, do you have a thing for your teacher?” titjob Allie turned her head. The second guy was lingerie more aggressive as he used both his hands to gather color and run them right down Manya’s fleshy body right from her neck, over her heaving boobs, all over her creamy waist, Hairy thighs and even feet. “About 65%. She looked at Chuck and said sexily. They hurried to Amy's front door. I closed my eyes for a brief second and enjoyed his embrace.