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“To be honest, I never trained Flamituffs,” he continued, glancing at the rabbit-like ears Big Tits perched atop her head. “The extra attacks they get make it seem like a great monster to pick, but their attacks don’t have any... you know, any oomph.” Her cautious smile waxed into a brilliant one again at the sudden detour he’d steered the topic onto, equal parts disappointed and relieved. Simply talking to a boy she was crushing on was unexpectedly thrilling, but she’d better not get in over her head. Maybe he liked her, and that was really great. But if he also shared her interest in Monster Battlers, well, that was fine, too. For now. “Hey, now,” she said in spite of herself. “When you train their speed the whole way up, they—uhm, they make so many attacks in one turn that it adds up to the same damage a Terrander could do, in a one-hit turn.” “Yeah, stockings guess you could. If you totally maxxed out its speed. But, say you’re up against defensive types, like Turtusk. Instead of Turtusk’s damage reduction saving against whatever fixed damage of one attack, it saves against that damage on every separate attack that turn. So, your damage just isn’t Brunette going to add up in those cases.” “That’s, well. Yeah, that’s true,” she conceded. “But, since Flamituffs are so fast already, when you train them for speed, their chance to dodge attacks rises really high, too.” Her eyes were sparkling now. “So instead of focusing on attack and defense like most monsters, she’ll just attack more often and get hit less often,” she proclaimed proudly. “My Flamituff, against a Turtusk, would still be an even fight, since Turtusks don’t have really high accuracy.” He gave her a warm, thoughtful smile, and parts of her quivered. Had she really been geeking out in front of this cute guy? She should feel Housewife embarrassed, but instead he was into it, so it was kinda nice. She’d never really shared her interests with the opposite sex. It felt rather... engaging. “Kinda seems you’d have a flame element monster, that acts like an air element monster. Just, with the different set of weaknesses. I like it, it’d throw off most monster battlers.” “That’s what I can’t get Megan to understand! She tries to fight my Flamituff like you’d fight a Fierhog,” she exclaimed, feeling more at ease. “What monster do you fight with?” He finished his drink, tugging his sleeve back down over his wrist and giving her a cryptic smile. “You’d have bed to try me to find out.” “I can take you on,” she said. “I mean, I’ve already, kinda, knocked you down once already, so...” Her butt wriggled in her seat. Inwardly she was delighted with herself. This can either go as a stand-alone story or become a series, is completely bed up to you. He asked if we could have Emelie stay here for the day and then he will pick her up close to midnight." She approached me with her lips and kissed the Housewife head of my dick and my eyes went as wide as they could as I groaned from pleasure and emptied second big load of sperm in an hour all over my mom's face; she stroked my dick few more times as her head went underneath it and with her open mouth she tried to catch as much as possible; but I was spurting all over her hair, her amazing breasts, her Brunette shoulders, uncontrollably. “You must have realised that by coming here you would get punished.” You want to fuck it now, don't you?” He slid forward and spread his legs exposing the full length of his cock to my waiting stockings asshole. Of course he loved Cynthia and was looking forward to their life together but her daughter, well, she was something else! As was I. What does it matter?” She sat up when she noticed I had put something else in my mouth. I asked him to let me go so I can go home and go to sleep, but he only pulls me closer. Are you that desperate to see me naked?” Their arms found one another’s bodies and they embraced in a lustful and almost primordial embrace. She wore only a little white spaghetti strap sundress, freehanging from the bustline, with small, colorful flowers all over it, that came up well above her cleavage and down almost to her knees. So, he put his legal team on the U.S. habitation situation and consulted an old realtor friend as to the housing situation. I recounted Big Tits the conversation, letting them know that we would often have a trainee in the house. It was delightful. “I know my son.”