Aside from the usual bills and garbage offers on the house there was something really odd in this round of mail.There was a letter addressed to you sp...cifically, which isn’t really odd but what was inside it was what made it weird.The letter invited you to a place called the Furry Pet Shop sponsored by the Gene Reaserch Foundation, it advertised a location in town where science had made a mix between animals and people which they called furries. It claimed that they had been able to make them. The rhythm continued with her lovely breasts swaying just out of reach of my mouth but not my hands. My arms felt like lead but I just HAD to touch those tits. Every muscle in my arm but not my hands wanted me to drop my arms back on the bed but I couldn't not touch and play with her tits. They were something like a large C or D, with dark tan nipples than blended in with the rest of her dark tan skin. Her nipps were so smooth to the touch that my fingers were drawn to them like iron to. My husband's dick then hopped up and pounded me harder then anyone had fucked me ever I was squirting every 30 seconds on the floor and he told his friends who is next.. so the guy downstairs that fucked me in the hall came over and got his cock sucked while my husband pounded the fuck out of me... My husband blew his load in my pussy filling me up even more and came right up to my mouth full of pussy juice and cum he rammed it in touching his other friends cock.. then the friend that fucked me. And we'll help, won't we Alicia?" Alicia nodded eagerly."You think I'm doing the right thing, then," I asked Wendy, "in capturing all these girls?" Everything you do is right," she replied.She spoke these words in a tone so casual and matter-of-fact, as if they expressed a truism hardly worth the utterance, that it was a moment before I took in her meaning. "Wendy —" I began before words failed me.She appeared puzzled by my reaction. Then it seemed gradually to dawn on her that she had in fact.