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I'd scoop up a tray and get out as fast as I could, Priscilla and my mother giggling the entire time. We stacked the food out on the tables with prices on them. Reina, our secretary, had volunteered to run the cash register. She was already sitting there, a smug look on her face. “I can't leave the money unattended,” she'd said when we started. “You know, I'm responsible.” Soon, the tables the futa-janitors set out for us, as per some arcane union rule only allowing them to do it, quivered with the pastry delights. My mother's delicious strawberry-cream cupcakes with their pink frosting were up and center, with Mrs. Song setting huge out a tray of cookies covered in powder sugar and another with some sort of mini-pies. They looked delicious. Priscilla and Mrs. Tinker brought out their own treats. These were little lemon sponge cakes but Brunette they had no frosting on them. I frowned at that. “I thought we could make our own custom batter,” said Priscilla. She pulled a pill out of her pocket. “Got some Viagra for you, Leann, since you're the only futa who can whip it riding up.” “Wait, you're going to sell pies with my cum on them?” “True futa-creampies!” she said in delight. She bumped her hip into her mother's. “Right?” “Yep,” she purred. “Priscilla's futa-girlfriend helped us test them out last week. I liked the cream she whipped up in my daughter's pussy, but Priscilla was quite taken with the cream Pearle churned in mine.” Priscilla nodded. I dropped my job at that. “You and your daughter...?” “Incest is the best,” said Priscilla and she threw her arms around her mother's lips. They met in a hot, taboo kiss. My futa-dick butt when girlfriend hard in a second. I squeezed the pill and then looked around at the others. Clearly, Priscilla and her mother were up for it. But where the others? Ji-Min and her mother were blushing while my mom had this wide-eyed look of shock on her face. Priscilla broke the kiss and whirled around on me. “So, you up for satisfying us all? Five delicious pussies just waiting for your cream to churn up something for the customers.” I glanced and groaned, already the people were filtering in. Students with their parents, the older women and futas grinning, clearly eager to help our college raise money. I winced as Priscilla grabbed a sign from beneath the table and set it before the pies. I knew what it would say. A woman arched an eyebrow. I didn't know her. “Are you going to sell pies with futa-cum on them?” “Fresh from our pussies,” said Priscilla. According to my lawyer, my contract only allows them to fire me for two reasons: Assault on a manager/employee/or customer or anything to do with drugs. The chief himself had acquired a liking for a good long blowjob and now often finished himself down Dee's throat with his fingers buried in her cunt. It’s my turn to watch you with our cousin.” “I get you first!” Audra said with confidence. Sometimes – in the moments before she started to cry – he had thought that butt he could feel her desperation. Duke growled a bit and Brunette then slumped; his orgasm had begun. Alexandra opened her mouth wide to accept it. I never considered myself gay but I had to admit he riding was a very attractive man I hope that’s ok.” Now girlfriend all we had to do was wait. Melissa Wilson was 18 when her father helped get her a full-time job. “So wet,” groaned Mom. “Eww! Goblins ushering the human woman and her daughters with huge us.