I scraped a generous helping of lasagna out of the pan into Fuzzbutt's bowl, "Fuzzbutt! Dinner!"Fuzzbutt wasn't terribly interested in dinner. He was ...oo busy spinning around underneath the table, sticking his face into everyone's lap – and crotch – as they sat down. "Fuzzbutt! Stop that! Come eat your dinner!"Of course, he didn't, I knew it was unlikely, so to everyone's delight I got to pull Fuzzy out from under the table by his balls and strap him to the kitchen floor so we could actually. After a couple of months hegot into the routine and didn't think twice about wearing bras, hose,dresses, makeup. The whole bit. He even got kind of use to it. He foundhimself preening before a mirror, indecisive about what blouse to wear,about what matched what. He found himself reading women's magazines,admiring outfit's girls had on and wondering if they would be right forhim. Of course the fact that there were only women's magwazines andromance novels to read helped in that direction. When her thighs quaked around his face, he slipped down, pulled her forward, and lead her into their bed, where, he positioned her over his face so he could continue.Grabbing the headboard, she came, dribbling her juices on his mouth and chin. He wrapped his arms around her thick haunches and pulled her quivering quim to his mouth. She barked, orgasming again.He kept going, lapping whatever she had to give, enjoying every moment of having her thick, sexy body on top of his face. Two more waves. He told us he was on the early shift the next day and if we wanted to go then let him know and he would fix it up.we told him we would think on that said our good byes and left had 30 more mins on the game machines I won another 2,000 bhat then we whent to one of our room and hit the duty free beers getting them from 2 of the lads room. we drank and chatted over japs offer. we were a little bit interested but had just meet the guy! In the end we said we would all sleep on it and decide in the.