Young Boss Tricked & Exposed Ch. 36-37

All the characters or references to others engaged in sexual acts are 18 years or older, as is made clear in the text. This story examines what things would be like if human's sexual behaviors and social order evolved to be like those of Bonobos, instead of the behaviors and order we live with today. If you are unfamiliar with bonobo society or sexual swelling of female genitalia during estrus, do a google search. It will add to understanding of the story. Obviously this is not a one for one copy of bonobo society, but my own take off using it as a launch pad. Misty woke up in the communal sleeping room, next to her sister Chloe. She snuggled up tight to her, not wanting to get out of bed yet. Just a minute more. She rubbed her clit against Chloe's swollen bottom. Mmmm...she felt an instant sense of calmness, bonding. It would help today. From what she had read she knew such behaviors generated oxytocin, among other things. Whatever the reason for it, she was flooded with suc

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^^^June, 1972. In a nursing home outside of Philadelphia, PA^^^ "Oh, my God!" Charles shouted those words when a woman unexpectedly bent over in front of him to pick something off the floor. She gave the eighteen-year-old a downblouse view of the largest breasts he'd ever seen. He stared at them with wide bulging eyes. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the young man's face turned red and he regretted his outburst. "Sorry," he said. "I can't believe I said that. I apologize, Ma'am. I shouldn't have cried out, and I shouldn't have looked." The chubby, thirty-something woman grinned and said, "It's okay. It's been a while since a man has reacted to me with such enthusiasm. I've put on some weight, and the girls have gotten pretty big. When I leaned over, they spilled out of my top. You'd have to be blind not to notice." ^^^Earlier that morning^^^ Charles entered a nursing home run by the local chu

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