Emily was refined, almost a lady. She was well spoken and could mingle in any company. She was always enthusiastic and full of life. She had an amazin... open personality and you were always greeted with her cheery smile and happy go lucky ways. She dressed in the latest fashion with an emphasis on dresses and skirts. She was intelligent, good company and amusing to be with. She (mostly) enjoyed my weird and kinky side and was always willing to “experiment” further. Emily’s best attribute would. We spend the entire hour making each other hotter and hotter without a single touch. By the time we reach the secluded cove on the back side of Catalina, both of us are fantastically horny. I run the boat up to the shore, and help you out - not missing the chance to caress your soft breast and give the stiff nipple a quick squeeze. Handing you the blanket, I grab the paper bag and ice chest that hold our provisions, and we walk up the shore several yards to a grassy little area overhung by. "Meow?" she exclaimed, looking up at Tim, who was staring at her in amazement. He recovered, and slowly reached out to touch her. With a slight shudder, he picked her up and cradled her in his arms. He slowly began to stroke her fur. Before long, she was purring in ecstasy.Tim placed her back on the floor, went into the bathroom and emerged with a glass of water. The water steamed slightly. He poured it over the cat, which quickly changed into the lovely form of Shampoo."How Ranma feel?" she. "Since that suited his own preferences, in light of the information they'd received that morning, Igwanda offered no demur. There would be time to deal with that question once the immediate problem had been disposed of.Thus it was that Meiersdottir and her husband found themselves boarding the lander the next morning. This time Meier would go with them, partly because they expected to be meeting Akeelakhing, the child's sort of unofficial Edenite godmother, but in considerably greater part.