He extended his hands to her, and she took them in her fluffy palms, squeezing them gently. He ran his fingers through her velvet coat, smiling widely...as his new limb relayed the signals to his brain. He could feel it, he could feel everything. The relief was immense, as if a weight had been removed from his shoulders, as if the map of his body that his brain had created was once again complete and correct.“Let’s go home,” he said.Over the next few days, Moralez became accustomed to his new. They had started working again and were obviously excitedly talking about something. I fantasized that I was the topic of their conversation.Holding the binoculars up to my eyes, I zoomed in on them. One hand held the looking glasses while the other one shot straight to my engorged clitoris. I spread my legs for easier access and quickly brought myself to the brink of orgasm. I stopped then, edging just a little, and inserted first one finger, then two, inside my pussy, and slowly fucked myself. Your sound. A hundred different ways I would picture how it wouldhappen, But not enough to satisfy me. I would still be longing to haveyour body. So clever knowing our next encounter would be even steamierand exciting.. But this night there was something different about yourteasing. A sixth sense maybe telling me that you had no intention ofstopping.Your hands now swaying in a different fashion, no signs of backing downfrom me or moving away, your finger teasing my pants button beforefinally. “Oh trying to be clever are you?”“Compared to you I’m a fucking genius!” she replied. She looked round. Thirteen condom clad cocks now glistened moistly in anticipation. “Oh fuck it, don’t get spunk on me dress, hang it up someone!”She stood there stark naked, thin as a rake you could see her ribs and the track marks where she been shooting up.Her tits had sagged an all, “You needs a bit of Cornish air,” Denzil Senior told her “Up at six for milking.”“I am not milking any bloody cow,” she.