“Do you want to see how weak your Father is nowadays?”“What do you mean?” I ask.“Just go along with whatever I say” she replies, “Okay?�...� she asks firmly.“Of course!” I confirm.Father then enters the room and sees Mother sitting on the edge of my bed facing towards me, but she stands up as he enters the room, she turns to him and unties the rest of her negligee and drops it in an erotic way that women do, on my bedroom floor.“So my darling husband” she says, “are you ready for sex tonight?”I. Other than only being four feet tall, the slime formed a perfect replica. Just looking got my cock hard, and wondering just how much like a real girl the slime was. She stood in a classic pose with a slightly challenging expression. I stepped up and grabbed her boobs, as she turned to face me, legs slightly spread, and her face turned up to mine. I couldn't resist, I leaned down and kissed her. She looked real and felt real. I fumbled my hard cock out of my pants, she dropped to her knees. Arnold County was a year old, and he was its rather proud sheriff. He had walked into the rude summer kitchen, crudely put up by a non-carpenter, probably Lem Clagett himself, and there was the sprawled body, the dead woman. She looked like a girl. Slim, narrow hipped, her dark blonde hair fanned out above her face. He reached down and closed the eye he could see, and then he had looked at the bloody stump of her left arm. There wasn't much left, a very clean cut.What had he seen? He had helped. Her long Hair dangling down above her ears nearly covered her eyes as her head bent low.Cat’s head popped up, She DID have my attention! A feeling of triumph washed over her as she smiled wickedly, coming back up on all fours and slowly approaching once again. Her body swayed as she moved back to my chair. I still had not looked at her. Cat began to purr once again, sliding along my chair, her ass rubbing up against my leg. She felt my hand idly reach down to rub her tail bone, my hand gently.