After about ten minutes I realised she too was playing the game.She would turn her head now and then and look up to see if I was watching her.We had n...t said a word to each other, but volumes were spoken. It seemed like an understanding had been reached. I was the hunter and she was the prey. She moved thru the room always looking for somewhere she felt safe from the b**st that was stalking her, while still leaving herself open to an attach. Like a moth drawn to the flame.I gladly played this. I herd you talking about fur play, I could be used like that, I see there is a hole fetish thing on the net regarding it, It looks like a mental game, which I like, and the movie that was on a screen, the girl laying over the toilet, arms and and legs tied under it, turned me on, if you could ever set that up do it, She, not seeing how she looked, like me being on the hood of the jeep, had to be all mind for her, I will never forget when I was siting on the toilet at the beach, that cuck coming. He shrugged his shoulder and let her head slide down onto the silken sheets, moving her arm from his chest, going as slow as he could manage so as not to wake her. Once his upper body was free, he sat up, Isabelle stirring and murmuring as he pushed his hands beneath her fat tail.The blue scales weren’t quite as rough as they looked. They felt like the pebbles at the bottom of a stream bed, bumpy when taken together, but smooth individually. They were so pretty, their hue changing from blue to. That was until Janice and her step daughter Charlotte rented the houses next door. Having heard he neighbours were British within a couple of hours Janice called round to ‘borrow a cup of sugar’ she had shoulder length blond hair, nicely large natural breasts, curvy in a good way in the middle, great hips and I’m guessing what could only be a very freshly waxed vulva. Fiona then joined me at the door and gave her the same look down as me, they both also noticed my penis starting to rise.I went.