“Her slit should be visible Ethan.”“It would be if your hand wasn’t on her pussy. You can play with it later but for now can we just sort out ...he dresses and skirts.”“Of course.”Ann removed her hand, and the finger that was pressing on my clit.“Good Ann, that’s spot on, I can see all the front of her slit”I found the hand on my butt, stomach and clit to be very sensual. We repeated the procedure for the other 4 dresses and 2 of the skirts and Ann had done a good job. Ethan was happy and so was. Anne, shall we explain?"Anne was headed for the lightswitch. "Yep. Just a sec."Then the lights went off, and everything became very clear to Rosalind."So what do you think of Rosalind, Raffy?" Dude, what do you think he thinks of her. She's a hottie, dude." Vincent, man, I'm asking him. We already know you've got wood for her, okay?"Vince was furtive. "I don't have wood for her, dude. She's got nice tits is all. Right, Raffy?"Raffy didn't quite know where to begin. This was pretty damned. His attention was captured for a moment by the shifting of her long sexy legs beneath the shortness of her blue jean mini skirt, his eyes traveling down her tanned legs to the strappy sandals tied around her ankles and then back up across her flat belly and the piercing that glimmered in the passing car lights, up over her beaded halter top to take in her long blonde hair. He cleared his throat some, turning his head as he tried to focus on the road. ‘So, what do you do Brandy? Got a job?. Slowly and quietly, as befit his ancestors, Fang slipped out onto the side of the wall. He was only three stories above the ground. His claws dug deeply into side of the building as he went down. He was not worried about leaving this evidence behind. Once he completed the task, he knew that his clan would demand his safe return, or else there would be all out war. If he died, then it was the will of his ancestors. In either case, soon his Clan's honor would be restored.Fang slipped to the.