She looked so real that Jerry thought she would begin to speak at any moment, but she didn’t, she just sat there looking at him. “I need to give ...ou a name,” he said in a whisper, surprised that he was actually talking to the doll. “What shall I call you?” He had had a crush on a cheerleader back in high school, her name was Emma. She was a blond bombshell that had never looked at him. He had spent hours fantasizing about her and jerking off to her photo in the yearbook. “I’ll call you Emma,. "Are you ok?" she asked, pulling her fingers from my sopping cunt, my juices gushing all over the bed sheets. Nodding, I smiled, hopefully reassuringly, doing my best to purr like the kitten I was. I felt wonderful, my kitty self feeling so much love, my girl self mirroring the feeling. I’m not sure why physical pain effects me like this. It’s not only a physical release, but an emotional one as well, something that my partner, Kay, has come to understand. Cindy, however, was new to this, or at. You can have the feathers from one of mine, as a wedding gift,” Hador said.Yves and Snorre both grinned. Having two of the Whippers each and a Catalo skin, both were sure their heart’s desire would say yes. Hunting prowess was desirable in a mate. Their kills proved they were strong men who should produce healthy offspring. Presenting this much Whipper flesh for the feast would also increase their status.The men set up camp. They needed to gut the Whippers. If they lightly salted the insides. "Carol grinned. I think the smile was meant for me."So how come you're here?" Curiosity, window shopping, you know what women are like. We have to try things on even when we're not going to buy." How far does trying on go?"I had to admire that one."Good question," Carol said. "First it would be necessary to get a good look at the merchandise, feel the quality, size it up— the size I want might not be in stock."I was dragged along by this banter. The idea was nudging into the back of my mind.