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April 17th, 2047 I was still riding the emotional high of declaring to the world just how much I loved my young wife. Though our relationship was only four years and four months old, she had become my world. I had to wait until I was in my forties to meet my soulmate, but I did. The moment I laid eyes on Sharron, eighteen and quivering, she stole my heart. After talking about attending the wedding of Sharron's parents, my ex-boyfriend Kurt to his soulmate Rosemary, and spending the wedding night with the happy couple fucking the bride as many times as I could, I just had to share to the world the depths of my love for Sharron. “And we're back in thirty seconds,” the male producer said. I nodded my head, the makeup guy—when dealing with me, it was best to use men since women could lose control and fuck me, especially if they've never been bred by me before—touched up my mascara and the foundation on my cheeks after the tears of joy I shed. Sharron still fanned her face as she just stood off stage. “Wow,” Adelia said as she took her place on the couch. Like me, she needed her makeup fixed. The caramel-skinned, mixed-race talk show host gave me a big smile. “That had to keep viewership high, and I can just imagine the amount of rewatches that clip will generate.” “I'm sure indian there's already a dozen videos on YouTube remixed of it with sappy music playing. Like Sarah McLachlan or something.” “Ah, yes, oldies are always nice to put on songs.” I shook my head. I was a little young to know Sarah McLachlan at her height during the Nineties, but I forgot that I had a decade on Adelia. Then I shivered, remembering that Nirvana played on oldie rock networks on Spotify and Pandora these days. Where had the years gone? “Well,” Adelia said, “you good to continue, Becky? That almost wiped me out.” “I am,” I said, taking a deep breath. “I didn't think talking about that night would bring up such emotions and...” My words trailed off as Adelia held up her hand. “Let's save that for when we're live. Which is in...?” “Five seconds,” the male producer answered. He stood between two of the cameras streaming this interview live to the world. Behind him lurked the shadowy studio audience. I could feel them still buzzing with the emotional high they shared in. “Welcome back,” Adelia said smoothly when the red lights blinked on atop the camera. “For those just joining in, I'm here with President Becky Woodward celebrating her forty-eighth birthday. We've been talking about her life as the world's first futa. You just missed out on an emotional display as she discussed attending the wedding of her ex-boyfriend, Kurt Albertson. The very man whose cum triggered her transformation.” “Hard to forget a guy that changes your life,” I quipped, sitting up straight. “I bet,” Adelia said. “Now, you said that you realized how empty your life was after seeing him wit his new bride, Rosemary.” I won't tell my Mommy." Clint stared at me as he fucked his mother's mouth. Both girls wiggled away from him, cringing in horror and disgust. His fingers felt her hot cunt lips between her moist thick pubic hair. Suddenly, one kid grabbed his water bottle, opened it up, and turned it upside down, spilling the entire thing on the floor. OH YES! He handed her $500 “Buy whatever driver lessons you want. Then another 'BANG' and the van door shook. “It’s after eight o’clock, Katie, and it is dark out. I relaxed and let him position me as he wanted. “You want more my little sub?” She asked in a tone laced with desire. Reminiscing, I couldn’t tell you how many times we played that song throughout the summer. Sam looked around and walked away, leaving the adulterous woman with Salman. He was wicked involved in school and even made people, like her, look bad at work. indian That was crowded as well and there were hundreds of youths going to a football match. wake her even if you shake her hard and shout at the same time. "Y-yeah. Jo crawled up behind Abby and began eating her well fucked pussy and her ass. I just closed my eyes enjoying the wonderful ride in her mouth that her oral skills were providing. I think I was being dense. “Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped. I made my excuses and said that I needed a shower too. He was staring at her in a way that gave her goosebumps. -crying- I run and run... but I couldn't find him... He deserved that. I took her to her car to wait for the repair man. After about two hours she parked in front of my house and I went out to meet her.