She had a new child, Kurt's half-sister, one of my futa-daughters. Janice had her futa-daughter, too. Despite this, Kurt and I remained close friends through college. I was happy he found his soulmate because— “Thirty seconds, Madam President,” the male producer, whose name I was public blanking on, said. It had to be a male because women lost control of their lusts around me, especially if I had never bred them, so all the crew were men so they could focus on their jobs. “Right,” I said, breaking away from Sharron, her blue eyes glistening with tears of joy. I gave her a quick kiss. “Love you.” “Love japan you, too,” she said. She was half my age, but just so wonderful. She had her father's smile. It shone across those lips I loved to kiss. I broke away from her and marched back onto stage. The studio audience murmured, restless during the two minute commercial break. Adelia straightened at the sight of me, the caramel-skinned talk show host looking so beautiful in her cream dress. It contrasted so richly with her delicious hue of skin. I sat down the couch beside her, the three cameras aimed at us. “And we're life in five, four, three...” the producer said then silently mouthed, “Two, one.” “We're back with former president, Becky Woodward,” Adelia said. “And President-Elect Woodward, too. That's going to gangbang get complicated. President of the United States and then President of the United Nations.” “It's quite the accomplishment,” I agreed, “but I thought we were talking about Kurt's wedding. It's such a meaningful time in my life and I was absolutely shocked when I got that phone call in the middle of Kansas.” “After your naughty encounter with that cult and their virgin treats,” Adelia said, a purr to her voice. I shivered, my futa-cock throbbing beneath my skirt. “Yes, so it was a very... off-balancing day. asian Here it was the end of September, only three months since Kurt and I graduated from college, and he met, fell in love with, and proposed to a girl in that short time.” “That does sound sudden, but sometimes love just blossoms like that,” Adelia said. I glanced at my pregnant wife, looking so japanese beautiful with her strawberry-blonde hair spilling about her face. “Yes, it does.” I drew in a deep breath, fighting off the sting of joyful tears. “Well, I was ecstatic until he told me he didn't want me to show up until the day before the wedding. “He didn't want me coming anywhere near his wife.” “So you wouldn't breed her?” asked Adelia, leaning forward. “Of course. Kurt had shared every girl he dated with me in college. But... he never loved those girls. I do have another question. He pulled his finger out and she had to catch her breath. He's been watching for three months now. “Fucking hot,” japanese growled Clint. Her moans grew louder and deeper; he felt her writhing public softly on the bed as he licked at her. There were simply too many tongues in my mouth. “Now give it to me, fuck my brains out. I savored the warm, suckling pleasure. Fingers were then felt entering her rectum as the liquid was gangbang rubbed japan around her opening. She grasped each of my wrists and deftly wrapped scarves around them, securing them to the bedposts above my head. A slight moan escaped from her asian mouth.