My nurturing impulses blossomed. So instead of being somewhatembarrassed that I was the "neat one" in our family, and cleaning upguiltily (how bizarr... is that?) or resentfully (which is, of course,far more typical), I began to see my nesting instincts as an expressionof my femininity and let them have full reign, which allowed me to enjoythem far more than I ever had. Now, when I was straightening up thehouse, or arranging some flowers, or cooking a dinner, I didn't have todress like a woman. "Isit alright?" Yes lady Aquiel. Thank you so much for your help. I'm Elara Oakleaf,"the wild elf said and instead of curtseying stretched out her hand for afirm handshake."Good to finally meet you, Elara," Aquiel said with a chuckle. "Is thisstill what you want?"Elara seemed to consider quietly, looking at the piles of Wendela andDoner's clothes. She nodded. "This is what I want. Would you... mind ifI left as myself? I want to start getting used to being me before Ileave for home. I feel so. Each and every word was spoken with clear and pure weight that sounded as if she was singing each and every word. Her hand was warm, her eyes were shining and her lips were smiling.I glanced at Shawna warily. "Oh she did did she?" Shawna and I went way way back. Even had a relationship of sorts when we were hipsters where we spent a hot and lazy summer exploring the facts of life. "She has been known to exaggerate and tell blatant lies sometimes."Shawna gasped a laugh. "You shit. I do not." She. With one hand on Joanne's pussy and the other hand on one of her firm breasts, Angela continued to rock with Joanne to the music. Joanne remembered a finger tickling her clit and her second orgasm rocked her much harder then the first. Her whole body shook and she could feel Angela working hard to help hold her up while continuing to tease her.After taking several minutes to get her strength back, Joanne moved to return the pleasure to Angela. With her skirt wrapped around her waist, Joanne.