Her pussy was all puffy with juices coating her outer lips and fingers, her nipples were hard and standing out proud straining at the thin material of...her top.Not being sure who she was i grabbed her by the hand and lead her into Jane calling out to her, ¨we have a visitor here, Im not sure how long she has been here but clearly she has enjoyed what she has heard and saw¨The look on Janes face was pure shock and horror.Erm thats my daughter Kat and she should be at Uni in London right now.And. When she tried to sit down, I stopped her by tugging on her hand. I turned her around to face me, unbuttoned two buttons on her jacket and then helped her out of it. I carefully folded it on a nearby chair.She wore a long-sleeve white silk blouse, the buttons hidden behind a placard front. One by one, I undid them, spending just a moment too long on the two that were between her breasts. I ran my hands through her short brown hair, down the sides of her neck and then slid the blouse off her. These stories probably did grow out of tales of actual happenings where men and women sought out pleasure with animals. We have not advanced as much from the age of myths, either, since bulls are still looked upon as symbols of male virility and Pan, a satyr, has given his name to the medical term defining the male version of nymphomania... satyrism.One of the most famous books about animalism is The Golden Ass by Apuleius. In it the author describes in erotic detail how a middle-aged woman has. .." Yes I've missed you, my lovely Sarah, but I kept myself entertained. I met old friends and ... I found Stephan." Really? That must have been weird."Sophie quietly muttered, "Yes." I'm sorry," Sarah said again. "You should have called me." And ruin your fun? Besides, I'm all grown up. Why should I need the shoulder of a fucking seventeen year old?" Because you do?"Sophie sighed, "Yes." Is Elliot around?" Let me check. Hold on."A couple minutes later a groggy Elliot talked into Sophie's.