“Not that long. We were here last Wednesday in the early evening, chasing off some kids who were skinny dipping.”“Last Wednesday?” Whitaker as...ed, suspiciously.“Yes, ma’am. I remember because I was just about to leave and head back out on patrol when that building exploded, and sent that fireball up in the sky. Shit, it about scared me to death.”“And I’m guessing this car wasn’t there then?” Taylor asked.“You’d be right. Since that explosion, most of the locals have been keeping closer to their. Despite the icky issue of their expanding and ever dampening underthings, they accepted that very few, if any, would be granted thepleasure of such sweet sissy delights, let alone the regal JaneElizabeth Bichier. They simply wanted a 'scene' - something to tantalizethem.But was this not a terrible proper Sunday parish tea on the chapel'slawn? Auntie Jane may have been amused by the onlookers, but she was notimpressed. Despite her fun with them, sissies were very real people withvery real lives. The lady eyes went wide having never seen a live woman do a feel up show. Lacy teased the lady by rubbing the ladys inner thighs and letting her finger just slide across the ladys pubic hair. The lady wanted to suck on Lacys hot looking tits so bad, her lips tingled. (I looked over at Nina, as she had her eyes closed, breathing deep and licking her lips. Her hand was between her legs moving slightly.) The maid Lacy continued. She fingered and massaged her own pussy as the lady watched and took. Thesuccubi drank and drank and drank.The boy had settled and the creature withdrew, but his penis remainedsolid, twitching metronomically. The man listened as the other feedingscommenced about him. Four of the boys had already ejaculated; theirattendant succubi were drawing out the last drops or had concluded theirnourishment and were backing away.The man approached the 'feral boy', so called because both sides of hishead were shaved like a peach leaving a distinctive column of cinnamon.