“There I was, Penny, drinking coffee at sunrise on the Baie des Anges, dolled up like Audrey at one of her premieres.”She struck a pose straight o...t of Breakfast at Tiffany’s, and I snickered.“Even for the Riviera, it was outrageous, no? And he spotted me from halfway across the Promenade. He sauntered over, sat himself down, lit a cigarette, and offered me ten thousand francs for an hour in his suite.” She clapped, “He thought I was une jeune fille de la nuit! Do you know what I said to him,. Not the usual wet that she got when she was writing, it was dripping wet. She did know whether she was dreaming or not, but she did not care. This was a great strange feeling. Catherine turned towards one wall with a start as she heard a “whoosh”. One wall suddenly disappears and a strange creature enters. It was like nothing she had ever seen before, not even in science fiction movies and books. It seemed to shuffle along on very short legs, but they did not actually touch the ground. It had. It matched the short dark hair she wore a top.Bob sat in the kitchen chair watching her body moves closely as she put the coffee cup on the table then stood up in front of him. After a short pause to let him take in the close-up view she said with a smile, “This presentation is not restricted to visual inspection.”That didn’t seem to register, not taking into account the shock value of what she was doing, so she moved closer and pressed a nipple against his mouth. That elicited a reaction and. "I just pissed, Johnny," she whispered. "I just pissed and my pussy is wet." She watched his eyes as she said it, and mewled softly when she saw the light in them grow in intensity. She looked over her shoulder at his cock. It looked bigger than before, his cockhead deliciously smooth, very swollen, the shaft throbbing. Turning to look down at her son's face, she released her cunt. Her cunt lips closed, and she took his hands, bringingthem up her thighs, over her hands. She caressed her son's.