They don't exist in nature.", she said. I had to agree. " Neither do those guys. They're just all muscle and nothing else. So what's your ideal man...", I teased. She thought for a minute. "Well, he'd have to be good looking; some muscles, but not too much. Long dirty blond hair and no body hair except on his crotch. And he'd really have to be sensitive and understanding to a woman's needs." So he'd have to be gay, I guess." No, he'd have to be a fantastic lover in bed, with a nice fat. I do not understand her, but given how she acted recently, maybe I never really did. Even you were taken by surprise when she blew up and came up with wild, untrue ideas about the things that happened while you were away.”“Given what I heard from Janet,” I responded, “there is a possibility that it has something to do with the curse. After all, my mother and hers were pregnant with us before our fathers were cured, so maybe something of the curse was transferred. Just the way your abilities. The pussy above it gushed juices and male fluids past blood engorged labia that had obviously enjoyed the same type of pounding that her ass now experienced. It was a pussy that normally nestled between young thighs covered only by the merest wisp of lacy nylon, which was easily pulled aside by excited male fingers as it almost begged hard action. Sabby kicked and threw the dirty washing in the air and observed the pair for any reaction. Their eyes were tightly closed so they knew nothing of. We went to get dressed, and Katie had NO STOCKINGS! Not even a pair of stay-ups! They all had big ladders up the side, or the knees were completely gone. I lent her one of my skirts, and a pair of my dark stockings, and a suspender belt to match. I find that I much prefer a suspender belt to stay-ups, since you can cinch your stockings up nice and tight, and they don't slip down if you get ... um ... energetic, if you know what I mean! :) LOL I'll just have to take her out and shop for some.