Now be careful, furball. You are getting to our high value zones." She and Thissle spread their legs a little wider as Hansen gently caressed the brus...es between their thighs, tickling in tiny circles over the plump mounds. Thissle's was bare and smooth, and Karma's had a pelt of light blue fur; normally fluffy enough to provide modesty when dry, though now matted down to clearly reveal the tight slit of her sex. The Squirrel worked his brushes back to the tender spot between their treasure. A sudden scratching at the back door made Helen jump, her hand going involuntarily to her neck. Eyes wide, she stared at the door and its empty window, half expecting to see that eerie face from earlier. Instead, a second scratching grated metallically, followed by a pitiful mewing. Relief washed through Helen like a breath of fresh air as she rushed to the door, opening it wide enough to let a sodden tabby cat streak in. The woman took half a second to peer out into the yard and the forest. “The top drawer over there,” she added as Emily walked towards the cabinet. Emily collected the hairbrush and walked across to Ann and handed it to her. Ann was very cross when she ordered, “Get your knickers off and lift your dress up. I am so annoyed with you, Emily.” Helen was a bit put out that Emily didn’t have to do naughty spot time as she wanted to spend those few minutes discussing with Mrs W that she had been spanked when she shouldn’t have been and still her pocket money was being. He needed to free himself and get back to his own bed. There he could get his mother out of his perverse mind, replace her with some celebrity slut who was better suited as a fantasy fuckmate for him, and jerk off until a big cum would put his disgusting horniness to bed for the night.But apparently his mother wasn't about to release his hand. In fact, she had moved her own hand more fully onto her breasts. She seemed to be caressing herself in her sleep, taking his hand along for the ride.To.