And we wouldn't have it any other way, Renee Simmons thought to herself.Renee was wearing a maroon halter dress, a chain across the back required to ...eep her pendulous boobs from busting loose. Anywhere else, the plunge of her cleavage would be considered excessive; here, she could get away with calling it "dramatic."Her companions consisted of 10 fellow employees from the only female-run Hooters in California (thanks to Michael's tinkering). One of their own, Kalee Carter, was being honored. Stephanie lay there, speechless and exhausted. She gasped when her right breast jiggled on its own.“Hey, honey, I asked you a question,” her pussy giggled.“Ye…yeah amazing, but …” Stephanie stammered. Her nipples tweaked themselves a couple times as her pussy lips formed a smile.“But…Come on, you can tell me. We’re life-long partners after all,” her pussy taunted once more.“I…I don’t know. I’m still trying to take this in. I mean…How can you be alive? This…this is impossible,” Stephanie. I poured some juice and tried to decide if I wanted to eat anything. My throat was a little sore. But it didn't hurt so much that I couldn't eat. My stomach was still tender and so was my pussy. The part of my anatomy that I was most worried about, though, seemed to be recovering surprisingly well. It didn't hurt when I sat or walked. I decided to have some of my mother's bran cereal and see how things worked out.Mom came into the kitchen and joined me at the table. She was curious about my. ‘Fantastic!’ thought Catgirl as her excitement built further, ‘They’ve been using oil to prepare!’ Although the statuesque blonde had a fine figure, Catgirl’s attention was now focused solely on her ‘personal’ novice Kitten. Although shorter than her partner, she had a solid build with full but firm breasts. Catgirl was initially captivated by the large dark brown rings around small, pink nipples but she soon let her eyes wander downwards taking in the line of dark pussy hair below a firm.