No sense leaving a trail for thework auditors. She read and answered some emails from her old friends and a fewrelatives, then wandered the net. She f...und herself attracted to morfsites, ranging from fantasy art to serious articles. She foundreferences to some of the more prominent MORFS researchers. It didn'tsurprise her to see that most of them were obviously morfs, themselves.Despite her ad hoc knowledge of microbiology and MORFS, she found shehad a hard time following a lot of the papers.. ’ I said. ‘Yeah I know. The only reason Bob and I have made it this long is, he likes to watch,’ she said grinning again.’ She paused then changed the subject. ‘So does that mean no domestic partnership with Cheryl.’ ‘Absolutely not, Cheryl might end that kind of thing with shank to my belly.’ I said smiling. Gwen walked through the door. ‘Would you like for me to model this beautiful backless gown for you?’ I asked with a smile. I said it since she had a small camera with her. ‘No thanks, we. Still a bit withdrawn, but there was a sweet blush when I took her to the airport. Bright eyes, too, at last.God, did I love her. Wish I could show it more often. She had been so distant, even before she knew she was pregnant. Boy, was she eager in bed during those few weeks. I never saw her as hot as she was then. And yet... she was different, somehow. Hot, eager, yes. But almost... selfish.Strange. I would never have used a word like that on her. To be sure, it only slipped into my thoughts. “I know,” Sarah smiled. Natalya concentrated, pinching the clitoris and pumping her fingers out of Sarah’s convulsing slit. Sarah moaned louder. “Oh yesss!” she stammered. Natalya sped up, lapping against the pussy, licking all the way down the Sarah’s anus. She lifted Sarah’s ass into the air a little, spitting into the shit-hole and licking out the saliva again. All the time, she was pumping her fingers in and out, quicker and quicker. Sweat droplets appeared on Sarah’s forehead, Natalya.