When I got home, I showered right away, applied some makeup, a little more than I would wear to work, and found a cute dress. Not too fancy, but a nav...-blue wrap-around that showed off my cleavage nicely. I checked myself in the mirror: my bleached-blonde hair fell in a mass of loose curls about my shoulders, the red-highlights making my hair pop, my lips were cherry red, and very kissable, and my deep brown eyes could make any man weak in the knees. You look gorgeous, Veronica, Marshal said,. .. Oh, Princess!”My wide tongue, made from a broad oak leaf, lapped at her tight slit, gathering her tart juices. Unlike any other proxy I inhabited, the feyhound could smell and taste. I let out a rumbling growl of delight, my new cock aching and throbbing so hard as I licked and lapped at her muff, her silky pubic hairs caressing the woven wicker of my muzzle.It felt so different eating pussy with such a wide tongue. I could swab across so much more of her vulva and for longer. I savored the. And then there was her very full bladder and her raging thirst. She both hoped and dreaded that her father would come back. She sighed and pulled forced herself to stand once again.A few seconds later her ears picked out a sound at the door. It swung open and her father, wearing a pair of leather chaps and an open vest walked in the door. His cock was plainly visible and plainly stiff. His face was stern. It should have looked silly but here and now it was so different that it sent chills down. Miles said. Pretty soon we will be listing all our operations. So how about telling me how many children you each have.’ ‘I have two lovely girls,’ I replied. ‘Any how many beastly boys?’ Martin asked. ‘None, I am afraid.’ ‘I have two boys and a girl and believe me you didn’t miss a thing. My wife says the girl is a joy and the boys are a nightmare,’ Martin replied. ‘Your kids must be small,’ I replied. ‘Girls are hell in their teen years.’ ‘True mine are all under twelve, but they are.