Fingers, toes: perfectly human – yet no breasts, absolutely no outward signs of function or gender – no anus, no vagina or penis. Completely asexu...l, yet even so Jennie was decidedly female – and ‘she’ self-identified as such. And the ‘we are sorry’ was still discomforting, too. They had no word for ‘I’, never identified as just one self – always to a collective. Linked, from creation onwards to their local community. No birth referred to, no parents – simply to a creation… ‘This man’s group. Of course, she mentioned ‘top-shelf’ bourbon. And she’s WAY too comfortable. I was a bit curious about that after the dance, and even more so after lunch. Now? After voicing this, I’m even more suspicious. I’ll talk to her.”“What are you going to do with Jeri if it’s a set up?”“Two can play the same game, Babe,” I chuckled. “And with you at my side? She hasn’t got a prayer!”“Wait? Did you just politely call me a conniving, scheming bitch?!” she said in mock outrage.“No, you just did!” I. All mother's and Kim's planning had paid off with a wonderful day for us. There wasn't a single moment that I didn't feel our guests were enjoying themselves. We cut the cake and shared it with our friends and relations. There was very little left when that was done.Candy and Deb's friend Vanessa caught the bouquet. I had a feeling it was a set-up, engineered by Kim and our daughters. John, Vanessa's boyfriend of long-standing, was looking a bit startled when she caught it. I wondered if he. ” Derek slowed down, lightly scraping his teeth along her flesh then pulling her nipple into her mouth and biting on it gently. She went wild. She slid her hands up her skirt and started rubbing herself. “You’re doing great,” she purred.” He was aching to rub his cock but he was enjoying having his hands wrapped around her tits. She grabbed his head and pressed it hard into her breast and began screaming, “Oh yes, oh yes!” Before Derek knew what was happening, she was bucking like a wild.