It was only at that moment of pure delight for them both, as Otis shuddered almost uncontrollably with his sperm flooding her pussy that Mandy realise... that she was not on the pill nowadays. Sam had had a vasectomy and they did not need protection. It was too late to worry about that now as her orgasm drained away and Otis's jerking slowly subsided. Still impaled on his weapon Mandy reached up and kissed Otis. Otis stood there kissing Mandy, holding her tightly as his erection died and slowly. She notices a letter on the night table: “What is it with these people and letters and night tables!” She opens it. It reads “With our compliments” and is singed “The Academy”. She calls her friends, they talk for a while, they promise to visit her tomorrow, afterwards she looks at her library, she is so happy. Then she remembers she has both her dildos inside of her, she has grown so used to them. She unzips her pants pulls them down. A familiar smell invades her, it makes her horny right. _- - - - - -_It was a rainy day in London, which was only made worse by the fact you were outside right now. You had just left the site of a mysterious murder. The murder had taken place at one of the large mansions at the edge of the city. The house had been owned by a rich businessman where he lived with his wife. The man had found his wife's body in their room, violently murdered. Well, not quite. The walls were covered with drops of blood, but the body showed no sign of injury. The only. He moved her tail to the side to get at her perfect asshole, running his tongue between the rim and the black rubber bulb of the tail. She tasted so filthy sweet. As he licked her asshole he felt her fingers delve into her pussy, digging deep into her wet heat. He darted down with his tongue, licking at her pussy and clit and fingers, the wet sloppy mix coating his face so that he felt submerged within her.Her hand covered his own over the soft fur of her tail, surprisingly gently. With his.