"Art thou satisfied now, c***d?" "One more time," she giggled. Again I sighed and again she laughed...her voice being of the angels. "This is rea...ly the last time, ok?" "Gah...alright, c***d. The final time." Once again I came close. After the first, I felt her mouth open. Shit, I'll just go for it, I thought. Thy mouth opened as well and I felt her tiny tongue start to invade. I truly can't believe this. My darling Vanessa...your tongue is...immaculate, nothing less. It's so...sweet.. And wheat-germ rolls."Aunt Frankie took a step back inside and let the door close behind her. "Sounds awful. Hey, I've got an idea. Why don't I fix us something?" You?" Trevor put a hand on the railing."Sure. You must have some stuff hanging around I could use. I know, how about omelets? Everybody's got eggs. You've got eggs, you've got omelets!" Well, I, uh, I don't want to impose..." Who's imposing? Look, I wasn't doing anything for dinner myself, and believe me, my refrigerator isn't. Well, as I told you, I loved your python. And I loved what that bloke did with it for you. Then, three years ago, my class went on a trip to the museum and heard a talk by Kirsten Tullis, who's Senior Preparator at the WA Museum. She described the processes involved in recreating animals for display there. She said that it was bringing the animals back to life. I loved the idea. But when I spoke to mum, she squashed the whole idea. But I've seen ads for taxidermists and 'preparators' from. It was a kind of need Marcie didn't quite understand yet. But it had something to do with being completely satisfied."Oh, Pardner, harder!"The German Shepherd was shoving his tongue down into her pussy as hard as he could, pressing his forepaws against her upturned ass. Marcie knew he was doing all he could with his tongue. The time had come for fucking. Swallowing hard, the girl pushed him away gently with one bare foot, tucking her right leg under her left and rolling onto her belly. In.