She was naked. That is, she was if you could considersomeone whose body was covered only by dark green fur about an inchin length to actually be naked... And yet, the trio of rather largebreasts hanging so invitingly from her chest seemed perfectly normal.I found the mere sight of them so exciting. She also had the sexiestgreen eyes. The hair - or was it just fur - on her head was at leasta foot longer than the fur covering the rest of her body. She wasdefinitely one of the hottest sexiest green. "Oh, I don't know, working overtime, out with the boys, something like that. I suppose to avoid coming home!" What kind of husband is he anyway?" Harvey said briskly. "That's no way to treat a woman, especially a beautiful, desirable one like you!"Betty didn't know what happened next; she only knew that she was suddenly crying helplessly. Something in Peterson's sympathetic words struck a chord deep within her an loosened the tight clutch she had on her emotions."Hey, what's the matter? Was it. And my little cum factory (and my man's) needs it to replaceall the spilled spunk from the evening's entertainment.I would have insisted that Marty agree to that non-negotiablecondition, except he was well into his eight-straight hours after oursecond go-round of the evening.Wasn't that considerate of him?Anyway, I woke that morning at 8:30 with a great need to tinkle and abig need for a bellyful of Marty's cum - a vintage I had not yettasted.The tinkle need had greater urgency. As I sat and. It staggered him and the fancy man took hold of the other handle."I'll just give the lad a hand." In an aside to One, he said, "A loaf of day old bread would suffice, me'dame. and fresh are ten a pinch. You are extravagant with your sire's money." Tiz' charity to a proud youngster. He would not beg. Steal? I doubt not. But never beg. The poor have their pride ... tiz' all they have."A second, bolder, lad with a knife, was about to cut the strings of her belt pouch when One withdrew an unseen.