He chuckled and contented himself with holding the girls comfortably, surrounded by the next generation of McElroys.Until he realized the time - 9:30....9:30 at night and neither Edward nor Rachael was home. Candice had not called. This was not just bad weather; something was wrong. During the next commercial break, got up and headed back into the kitchen. Momma and April were sitting at the table chatting with Elizabeth and George's wife Stacy. He watched them all for a moment.Then he fixed. To be interviewed by sober journalist, one of their male commentator (and I insisted that it was a male commentator; I didn’t need to get more pussy) would be perfect. I could get out ahead of this. Get everyone to calm down.So I bred an entire squad of cheerleaders on live TV? I was a futa. That was just how it was with me. My pheromones put women into heat. They just had to be bred by me. Somehow, I stimulated their bodies into ovulation. Every woman I fucked, as far as I knew, had a. As I did I felt your hand on the back of my head, pushing it deeper. Then you began berating me in an angry tone. "Suck it you sissy bitch. You fucking sissy slut, show us what a good cocksucker you are."Now he began to get into it and started thrusting his hips as you held the back of my head. As I started to gag he spoke to me for the first time telling me I was his now and he was about to fuck you. "Do you want me to fuck her sissy? Huh?" I nodded yes. "Tell me, no beg me to fuck your wife. When you passed out I found your room and packed up some of your clothes. He gestured towards a couple bags in the corner. He stood up from his chair and he moved closer to me. He carressed my cheek with his hand. His icy touch was no longer gone. We are the same. He smiled. He then moved his lips into mine and kissed me ever so gently. He probed his tounge against my lips and I opened to him. He moved his tounge into my mouth and his tounge began exploring every corner of my mouth. I moaned.