” I told him. He began to rub my shoulders and back with lotion as I leaned over to get the last cigarette, out of the two packs that I had smoked, ...hroughout the day, while I was working. I lit the cig and took a deep drag as I relaxed under my sons caressing hands. I blew out the smoke and turned to kiss him on the cheek and thank him. I had missed my boy and it was good to see him again, but I was sad to be in my condition. I was a little over 7 months pregnant and my hormones were raging as. She watches the sweat begin to roll down her bronze skin, glimmering under the now rising sun’s light.Akane’s ears twitch, her tail stiffening, and she stops. Her attention turns to the human woman, who is staring at her silently.“What is it?” she gruffs out, resuming her training, this time, punching the dummy with clenched fists.“I just wanted to watch you, as always. You’re in great shape.”Akane huffs, continuing to focus on her training. Riko steps closer, attempting to close the distance. Morning light, slanting in through the blinds, falls in warm patterns across his body. Walking slowly over to the couch, I drop gently to my knees in front of him. We both watch him languidly stroke. My gaze lifts over his firm body and finally meets his. Smiling at each other, happy to be sharing this moment. My hands softly slip up… feeling his familiar curves and angles. Over his thighs, past his cock and hands, up… over his stomach and still up… sliding through the sun/shade patterns,. She stepped over close to Natasha and took her by the hands, pulling her to her and kissing her on the cheek. ‘And to the victor go the spoils,’ she added as she raised a hand to stroke Natasha’s face. Mrs. Whitman then dashed away after she pointed at the wardrobe area for them. The two girls headed off to get dressed. ‘Okay, weirdness is setting in yet again,’ Natasha said. ‘Tasha, don’t let it bother you. She’s pretty harmless.’ Emi replied as they headed to wardrobe. The two girls were.