Amazing Grace,how sweet the sound,That saved a wretch like me.I once was lostbut now am found,Was blind, but now I see.I was in tears while playing, s...e sang it so beautifully. The girls all loved it so much. She came over to me giving me a kiss.“Tracy, do you sing?” I asked.“Oh, nothing like any of you do. I’m content to just listen for now,” was her not terribly convincing answer.“It’s only us ... nobody will tell anybody else. We promise, don’t we ladies?” They all agreed. “What about a song. Which animal does she most often turn into?”Pilar frowned. “She can turn into an animal ... like a cat or something?”“Maybe a cat. But, she grew up in the wild. So, she might be more familiar with a lynx or a bobcat than a housecat.”“Could it be a panther?” Pilar asked. That winter, Jazz had flown her regular models down to Brazil, driven them out to the jungle, and had them painted like wild beasts. Pilar thought she had looked particularly fierce as a panther.“Absolutely. Does she live. She wore what could only be described as a translucent silk chiton that matched the dark emerald of her eyes. A slender chain of gold links wrapped twice around her narrow waist, emphasizing her perfectly formed breasts, her cleavage displayed by the deep cut of her gown. What she wore beneath, I could only guess at. As she moved, luring me deeper into the room, her hem swept the floor, giving the illusion that her feet never touched ground. “Please, make yourself comfortable. Would you care. Squelches of love juice are the only sounds, with our lusty panting as we couple like a****ls in heat. I reach around and grasp your tits as they sway around and around. Deep, deep, deep I thrust, then slow, slow, slow, as I feel the ridges of your slippery vagina clench on my turgid tool. You reach between your legs and furiously rub your twat as I feel my testes lift with their oncoming offering. Then I can't help but see your ass puckering in the dim light. I pull my hard member from your.