Mothers. Who’ve recently given birth. And we’ll need to keep them human, keep them as nannies, as cows. We’ve tried to think of places nearby wh...re we could pull this off. Hospitals, day cares, some sort of parenting courses? Anything we think of is either daytime, we lack invitation, or just involves too many people, too exposed. So I’ve resorted to scrolling through my old social media feeds from when I was human, looking for anything of use. Hmm interesting. I see a post from my cousin,. "Hi, kids!" she greeted us. "How was the rest of your day?"I didn't go into detail, but I did tell her about my "outreach" drive home. Moreover, I explained the reason for it.She grinned — and looked like a schoolgirl doing it — and said, "I think I wore out my vibrator last night." Then she looked at Jake and said, "I hope you have the same schedule you had yesterday. I'm sure I could use some relief ... again."But then she looked at me, clearly embarrassed. "If you don't mind, of course.". Her pussy did have a strong smell to it, but it was intoxicating to Ray, and he kept licking until Misty began producing some fresh pussy juice. He loved how easily teens produced their slick pussy lubrication, that pungent, fishy yet sweet taste that is unique to teenagers.He now took a big finger, and as he continued to lick, he pushed the finger under his mouth, and deep inside the teen's tight little pussy, causing her to buck hard on his face, as he hit her clit with his finger, and worked. I surmised that her trip to the pound scared the hell out of her as she didn't wander even though I forebore to either fence her in or leash her. I took her down to the park most weekends for the kids to love up on her. I could tell that she liked the attention but at some point she would lie down and refuse to cooperate any further. That's when we would go back home.I borrowed some music recordings from the library. I focused on the blues--T-Bone Walker, Muddy Waters, Albert Collins, John Lee.