My other fingers attempted to create more space by spreading the flaps wider, but the unwanted excitement it brought me made me stop. I pulled with my...pinky, and could feel my nail pulling off from the strain, until it gave and was freed from the latex flaps. I pulled my hand out to where I could see it, and inspected my pinky, doesn’t seem to be peeling off. My fingers were coated in a thin transparent slick, which sparkled in the light.I brought my fingers close to its face, and the leopard’s. Everything. And once the sex started, there was absolutely no stopping it. Sex with my mother-in-law was just too good, and if you ever stuck your cock in her, you’d never want to take it out.That introduction happened just before sundown on a Friday night, after Marjorie had been on the road all that day and the day before. By virtue of several phone conversations Marissa’d had with her mother, in anticipation of the visit, she had learned that Marjorie was traveling to spend time with her. To an uncritical eye, the scene, with its three dinner jacketed men, and three evening-dressed women crowded on a table for four, looked just like a happy accidental meeting of old friends. As the smoked salmon pate starters arrived, Donald broke into the small-talk. ‘Bruno has a share in this place. He has known these people since his Army days. He says they are utterly reliable, and trustworthy. He has helped them out once or twice when the Nottingham gangs tried to muscle in on the action,. Evidently the gruel provided adequate nutrition and liquid for me to carry on, for carry on I did. Following the decored platter came a bucket. With it I was to place my excrements (I use ‘place’ only as the lightest of terms, I do not care to go into detail of the actual process) and send it back on tethered ascent. God bless the man who handles that! With the bucket I also sent my now empty platter – I never hesitated to eat quickly. From then on the day was mine. To dance, to stroll, to run!.