Pyewacket's eyes were changing the shape of her head ... it was larger and I could see her body ... growing ... longer and slinky ... she was bigger a...d moved with an erotic grace ... Whoa, shit ... I'd fuck that! What?David! You're NOT my type. Pyewacket was indignant. Besides, I'm just a kitten."David," said Wendy from the kitchen. There was a pause in her mental processing and she covered it by kitchen stuff.I heard the refrigerator door open. Wendy put away some things. There was clattering. Of course, his jaw was wired shut so he was on a liquid diet, but Kasuma was a wizard when it came to creating tasty things that could be sucked through a straw.The real surprise came when a guy I hadn’t met came in the back door and introduced himself as Franky Cawley. He bore a strong resemblance to his dad (before the injury). He shook my hand and gave Cheyenne a little hug, saying, “Hey, short stuff, ain’t seen you in a while. I hear this guy (nodding toward me) has kicked me out of first. Instead he peered at the pussy he'd fucked, but never gotten a close look at. He wanted to examine that pussy. She smelled good. Her pussy lips gaped open in this position and they shone with a sheen of moisture that he knew would feel slippery if he got it on his fingers."What's going on?" asked Penny. "I haven't heard from you in quite a while." I've been trying to get some painting done" said Valerie, eyeing her son as his nose got closer and closer to her itchy pussy."What are you. I felt a bit embarrassed as he undid my pants and slid them down to reveal my rock hard cock. “Beautiful cock” he said as he slid his lips first over my wet cock head and then continued to swallow my whole shaft down his throat. He moaned all the while and began to gently move his head sideways as he pulled back so that my hard cock would bulge from his cheek. He then concentrated on the head of the cock, sucking and milking the juicy precum flowing out. I was always a heavy drooler, and he.