She slightly increased the speed of her strokes again and licked the palm of her left hand. As she continued pumping my cock with her right hand, she ...sed the wet palm of her open left hand to rub the head of my penis. I had been awake and at the mercy of Gracie’s wonderful hands for almost a half hour now. My heart was racing and I felt like my entire body was going to explode. But Gracie wasn’t done with me just yet. Once again, she stepped up her game. This time she went after my voyeur. It took a couple of days of class before I got past staring at the instructor. It was apparently sexless so I didn't know whether to call it a he or a she but for the sake of convenience, I'll use 'he'. He patiently explained through the translator that we could refer to him as Rummpumm. No doubt, the poor fellow had to endure this clumsy adjustment with every new class.Regardless of his peculiar appearance, he was quite a brilliant scientist in his own right and proved to be the best. The stricken look on Peter’s face told me all I needed to know. I started to feel sorry for his wife.After I got home from work, John and I had dinner together. All through the evening, we kept catching each other looking and smiling as if we each had a secret we were bursting to reveal. It wasn’t until a little after 11:00, and we were both in bed when John called. I quickly snatched up my phone and answered, “Hey, John.”‘Hey yourself, Mom. How are you feeling tonight?”“Much better, thanks to. Its heavy tail was dragging along the floor, making a sound like wet leather, its wide hips rolling as it moved.In this light it looked oddly feminine, but it was female, wasn’t it? Or at least it was trying to become a female, due to environmental pressure or some subconscious drive to mate. It had an hourglass figure he realized, a pinched waist and flared hips. It had thick, powerful thighs that tapered into its digitigrade legs, its many toes tipped with dull claws. Its body was streamlined.