He would accept any excuse to be away from Troy.They went to Greg's bedroom. And Jack asked:"Hey, are you okay?" I'm not drunk!" No, I mean... Between...you and Troy... Are you okay?" Why?" You're both so strange today!" It's nothing! It's just..."Yes, you got it. Greg used the lame excuse:"A thing."And quickly corrected himself:"It's nothing!"Jack wasn't satisfied, so he kept pushing for information.Meanwhile, Ronnie and Troy were also talking. But Ron, being more experienced, went straight to. . I don't make the rules... Aunt Paula is talking about... having to... to hurt you, you know." I knew you meant that, auntie," Cal said in a small voice. "But the things you've been saying... You're so beautiful, auntie... Don't be mad at me for speaking to you like that... I know I'm just a boy... " A big boy, Cal. Of course I'm not mad. Aunt Paula wanted to make herself as beautiful as possible today... to make it easier for you, darling... The things I've been saying... tell me." I think I. However, since they had never eaten before, they had very little body fat or muscle, making them very scrawny. In a way, their torsos and limbs were actually more humanoid than draconic, though as they got older, they would most likely bulk up and lose some of their flexibility, like the bones of a growing child fusing together with age.Unlike their father, their scales were pink and feathery, though they would definitely with replaced with harder and more deeply colored shards in the future.. “Ah, sensitive are we?” I said, teasing her.“Jack, you’re a wicked man. Just get on with it!”WHAP, WHAP! “Please get on with it.” I said as my hand smacked her butt cheeks. “Or do you need more motivation?”She laughed as she flinched and then wiggled her ass. “Smack me all you like. I know you want me as much as I want you. So do your worst. You’re just delaying your own pleasure and increasing mine.”Laughing with her, I landed a few more smacks, and then my slick cock dove its full length.