She occasionally checked Mr. Wilson's face for signs of awakening as her fingers began to run up and down the hardened shaft, as well as over the purp...e crown. His hard cock began to twitch against her fingers as she continued stroking it, mesmerized by the softness, the incredible heat it was generating. Suddenly she felt wetness on her fingertip. Glancing down, she saw a drop of pre-cum glistening on the head of his cock. She scooped it up with her fingernail. Her eyes went back to. It didn’t shake when she walked, and it didn’t appear to give when her thighs brushed together. It seemed as though any flesh that wasn’t necessary for movement had been left in a petrified state.He didn’t dare let his eyes wander between her legs, fearing that her creator had been far more anatomically correct than was appropriate for a gargoyle. Then again, she had already changed aspects of her vessel to suit her needs, so it was possible that the details were her own doing.“Or perhaps. Back then none of us worked but lived on the dole,scammed,bent the rules and indulged in large amounts of party chemicals.In fact,from wednesday or thursday to saturday night there were always people coming by,taking this and that,loud music,party time and my best mate Tom was there nearly all the time.Of course the one downside to all this was getting time together and what normally happened as people drifted away n left us in peace we'd go to bed and fuck allday Sunday.This one weekend Tom. ..heehee" Haha" Lesley muttered. "You need to get yourself some action pet....we could go out one night if you want. Better to hunt in pairs....heeheeheehee. Know what I mean?... " she turned the water off and started drying herself. Lesley just stood there, never moving. She watched Sylvia dry herself, spray deodorant on her body and then put her underwear on. A thong of course...micro thin. From a distance you could hardly see the material between her cheeks...and the front barely covered her.