Anna looked over at me and smiled. Anna was 52, she had told me earlier, she was slightly built with a small arse and long shapely legs. She had a pre...ty face made up with not a lot of make up but her lips wore deep red lipstick. Her pussy hair was dropping to the floor and i could now see that she had trim pussy lips which protruded slightly. "Thats better." She said putting the scissors down. Anna stood up facing me and showed me her pussy."What do you think now." Great, your pussy looks. ”I dare say many cat ... staff? ... have ‘conversations’ with their ‘owner’. It’s very easy to interpret a cat’s sounds in an anthropomorphic way, at least, I found it so. She polished off half a tin of tuna in olive oil and a saucer-full of mixed UHT milk and water. As for me, I had the other half-tin in a sandwich with lettuce, tomato and salad cream. The cat finished first and inveigled her way into my lap, purring loudly while I munched on my sandwich.As a fan of Elizabeth Peter’s ‘Amelia. Maybe this was indeed exactly what she needed. She considered going to the bathroom to give her throbbing clit some relief, but she might be watched in the office and she was sure she could manage to wait till lunch time. No morning had ever proceeded so slowly. The new case, which required mostly getting up to speed with the mountain of data, barely distracted Julia. Her moist slit further reminded her she wasn’t wearing underwear anymore and that only heightened her arousal further. Jan. Hester sat down and leaned against the wall, his dislocated arm hanging limply at his side, his breath coming in ragged, hard pants. The dog settled on his left side and was quickly joined by another – its mate? Too exhausted to even lift his hand, Hester let this new dog sniff as it pleased while he caught his breath. His head felt heavy with the need for food and sleep, yet he realised that he could not yet rest while his shoulder was still out of its socket, the swelling would soon prove to.