I tried not to keep anything secret from the girls; there wasn't any real point to it anyway. There was one new project I didn't want them to see but ...hat was mostly because I didn't want them to worry overly much about it; it scared the shit out of me enough for all of us. I was trying, very, very delicately, to find out just how the girls ended up in the state's meat factory and not as honored guests at the local Hilton waiting for transport back home. Somebody fucked with the system and if. She was surprised though because she was getting mixed vibes from the principal. One evening she came home and said the principal had visited the classroom she was assisting in and rubbed her shoulders and told her how happy he was she was part of the team.I laughed and said, “maybe he is warm for your form.” She said, “I’m a 50 year old BBW and he is about 30 and sexy as hell, why would he want me?” I laughed and said, “maybe you want him.” She laughed and said, “he could be a lotta fun.”. He had never believed in pheromones but now they were proving their existence and power. Now his tongue had to fight through that jungle of fur to get at this sexy bear’s love knot that had bewitched his senses. And it was worth the battle, the dark haired stud’s asshole was just as beautiful as the blonde’s but in a more ball grabbing way. It was loose and puffy and just seemed to melt as Phil’s invading tongue pressed home. Phil had to tear himself away from the dark haired stud’s magnificent. “Your really are our little 'Miracle' Leona and you should share your gifts with others.” Rhy told her human daughter. “I knew you would be a great Pokemorph Trainer the moment your rescued Flechling from those humans abusing it. My little defender telling off grown men to leave the poor little Flechling alone. Believe as me a Pokemorph myself I know what separates the good trainers from the great ones and that something is heart. You can't teach heart it's something your born with or not. And.