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None of them were married, but that was due to the law, though countless protest groups were fighting that. I passed by a photo of Neija and her brother, the two of them standing in the Serengeti National Park in military uniforms. They were flanked on either side by fellow members of the Tanzanian army, all working together to fight poachers. She hadn’t yet picked a lover, but that was because she was happily married to her job. I had gone out to visit her before the girls gave birth and we had a romantic weekend. I passed by the living room, where the news was showing a protest in the streets of DC. They were advocating for human-hybrid marriage, as well as equality and an end to discrimination. It was hard enough for animal-born hybrids to live happily, but for the doggystyle 5% of the human population that had also turned, prejudice was a major problem. But in a way, remarkable progress had been made in a short time. Really, it was just religious and conservative groups that opposed hybrids. Most of the world had grown to accept them and they could be found in all forms of media and in countless homes with loving families. The fact that humans and petite hybrids could interbreed was one of the driving forces of the movement. I stepped out into the front porch where Sonja, Chloe, Leah, and Jenny were playing with the rest of the children in the front yard. Believe me when I say, you don’t know the meaning of cute until you see a toddler with puppy ears and a fluffy tail, rolling around in the grass and laughing while chasing butterflies. Jenny’s babies would hop around on their short little bunny legs, long ears flopping. Nearby, Leah sat in a kiddy pool full of mud, playing with her children. Their black skin with yellow dots made them look like tiny aliens, but they had the cutest laughs. “Master,” Momo said. She was sitting in a rocking chair adorable on the porch with our kittens. One of our sons was in her lap, snoozing. The rest were on pillows around her, relishing the warmth of the sun. I sat in the chair next to her and one of the babies woke up. She crawled from her pillow over to me and meowed for attention. She had messy black hair just like her mother and a round face with a string bean tail. “Hey, Cecilia, how are you doing?” I picked her up and held her in my lap, listening to her purr as I rubbed her ears and tickled her chin. She wormed and stretched as I tickled her belly, wiggling her little arms and legs. Ugh, I can’t even describe how adorable kitten babies are. When the kids got older, we’d probably have to move back to the mansion for the needed space, but for now, I loved our house out in the woods. Besides, I already spent enough time there as it was. In the two years since I found out the girls were pregnant, I had gotten a teens degree in teaching and now worked in the mansion in the afternoons, helping homeless hybrids learn about the world and adapt to human customs. I did it both for them, and as a thanks to the CDC, or rather, the newly formed Department of Human-Hybrid Relations, for their continued support of our family. Lorraine worked there as well, at least, when she wasn’t on the farm. Elise, Betty, Lorraine, and the pillar men still labored taking care of the cows. On a positive note, the fact that the Big Boobs farm was run by hybrids put it on the map. They were the most popular non-commercial dairy producer in Maine. Of course, I didn’t forget about my duties as Betty’s Master. There doggystyle was no weird taste. There were offers of cocks for the wife or daughter, petite gang bangs, swinger invitations, whole family sex romps, gay and bisexual games; almost anything imaginable. He flicked it with his tongue and sucked it deep into his mouth. From what he’d heard, he needed to have a talk with Lysa; Pillar of Air or not, her behavior was questionable. Her first climax was painfully intense and nearly caused her to faint, but the second was Big Boobs gloriously pleasurable. I continued the sexual trysts with my sexy cousins for the next two days. Her legs and backside hidden by her hair yet obviously matching the standard of her flawless physique. down and guided it inside her Harry pushed past her tight slit deeper teens and deeper into her pussy Hermoine must of Then her own violation would began. She dropped the package on her desk, adorable chuckling as she did. We have guests coming soon and I want to have some left. She had what looked like little green earrings that complimented her brown eyes.