After another long lick his hands reach up and rub the scruff of my neck and up behind my ears. “Alright, alright, go on”, his voice beamed. Damn ...ow good it felt when he got behind my ears. I turn myself around and brush his face and shoulder with my tail while dropping to the ground. The hardwood floor making that audible clicking sound from my nails as they tap and clack across while I walk to the front door. I could hear him as his morning routine starts. He would move to his inside release. Like... like turning the corner to see a car wreck you don't want to see. Or lifting a rock you know you don't want to lift. Or walking to the principal's office. It was just this super heightened anticipatory sort of feeling. A head-rush sort of feeling. One of my most persistent masturbatory fantasies is to time-travel back to that moment as myself, rip away the covers, and just... well it varies. But there's a lot I could have done.All of that came to a head when suddenly the song stopped.. "We sat at the kitchen table and drank a cup of tea in silence. Finally she told me. "The doctor says that it is serious. I have maybe a year to live." Mama!" I exclaimed. We held each other and cried for a while. Finally I wiped my eyes and asked her, "What will we do?" You must prepare to be the woman of the house," she said, blotting her own tears."But I'm only fourteen years old!" Think. What would your father do after I die?"I thought. Then it came to me. "He would find another wife,. "Shit, the camera!" As I fetched it from the far side of the room beth stopped what she was doing and grabbed hold of robin's now fully erect old cock, grasping the shaft firmly, looking up into his eyes, her tongue slid slowly across her lips"You don't mind if we do a little filming do you robin?"Her voice and how she said it made me shudder.She'd put on her sweet innocent voice, the way she talked to me sometimes in the bedroom during role play, robin glanced at me approaching with the.