Many Well Butts!

On one long side were the girls and I and on the other were Lorraine and the guys. Sitting at the ends were Betty and Elise. I think the girls student were starting to relax in the presence of these… I don't know what to call them, fellow animalistic humanoids? Hybrids? Sonja and Steve were pussy definitely getting along, her hyperactive and bubbly personality a perfect match to his nonstop chattering. They were both talking so fast and so loud that Lorraine and I had to repeatedly reel them in before things got too crazy. Momo and Tobi were having a silent staring contest while they ate, but it didn't really seem to be tense or antagonistic. They were the most predatory animals in the room and I got the feeling they could sense it in each other, so they were linked in their own special wavelength. "Momo likes your tail." "Yours is nice, too." It surprised me when they finally spoke to each other, but I was glad that it went that well. Going by the pattern, next would be Chloe paired up with Alex, but that didn't seem to be happening. I don't know if it was due to his slow and docile personality as an iguana or if he had some mental disability, but it was hard to get any kind of reading from him. I had already figured out that he was a mute, but he would smile and nod whenever someone talked teen amateur to him. For Chloe who was nervous and introverted, the only kind of chemistry it gave them was that neither of them acknowledged each other. However, Betty seemed to have taken a liking to her, always keeping her gaze on her and continuing to put food on her plate while insisting she continued eating. "There you go, little one," she'd say as she'd use her napkin to wipe some cheese off Chloe's chin. I had already explained to everyone that Chloe wasn't a child; she just had a tiny body. Despite that, Chloe seemed to have stirred some kind of maternal instinct in Betty. She used to be a breeding cow after all. "So, the two of you run the farm yourselves?" I asked, speaking to Elise and Lorraine. "Our parents left it to us before they passed and we've been running it ever since." "Well, right now YOU run it. I was booted out," said Lorraine. "Come on, it's not like I had much of a choice. I didn't want to get up every morning and have to check the barn for any naked men." "I had to do the same thing. I used to live in the suburbs and when Momo transformed, I made sure to always keep her inside so no one would see her, though we would go for walks in the evening." "Walking your cat," said Lorraine with a laugh. sexy "Then after Sonja, blonde I moved to a small cabin deep in the woods." "That sounds really nice, I bet they were happy to have all that room," said Elise. "Yeah, the problem is that the house loses power really easily. It was especially bad with that huge storm" "But I bet it was easy to keep warm with all the sex you were having." Lorraine's words made Elise spit out her drink and me choke on the food I was eating. "Jesus Christ, Lorraine!" his sister said while coughing. "What? We're really going to ignore the elephant in the room?" She looked at me. "Come on, you expect me to believe you've been living with three beautiful women and you've kept your hands to yourself?" I wasn't sure how to answer. “Like last night?” “Of course he can’t.” she answered. Everyone was chucking at our silliness and bantering at each other. All sexy the trials of that day that had piled up had me blonde pussy feeling like I was going to be absorbed into the couch and I was on the verge of passing out. Use my ass!” The manor that Cindy had called home was empty student save for the servants. Moisture ran from her pussy down her legs, her naked hips swayed dangerously from side to side in her attempts to keep her balance as she was pulled at a brisk pace to the open door. To be continued... At first we thought, of course, I should wear something slutty. I shut his door and then made the mistake of peaking into Chris’s room. Something inside told him though that even if he had an issue, it wouldn’t matter. Rosemary was even blonde like me, though I had blue eyes. “Oh, yes, yes, you're painting my slave!” Denice moaned. "God damn," he thought to himself, "she's hot." It takes some hours of marching until we are past the last of the farmsteads. She felt that amateur uncontrollable torrent just had to be teen poured out somehow, or she’d have been in trouble.