And they loved the small children, who, in turn, thought the tigers were the neatest things on four feet.And the tigresses wasted no time in becoming ...regnant. Little Bit told us of the Bobbie Williams painting of the two tiger cubs with their mother, assuring us that the babies would make ideal playmates for ours.And then there were the tigresses — and their mates — with our baby, Billy, and my baby sister, Karen. It took a good deal of coaxing on the parts of Little Bit and Ann to persuade. “What if I go back, get bored again, and go get high.”“How about this. Let’s call your grandmother to come down and talk. We’ll see what she thinks about your recovery so far, and float the idea of your staying on, long-term. There will be a couple of caveats if you want to stay with us.”“Name it,” Celia said.“You have to go back to school. It’s close enough you can still come back on weekends and work. Once we move to our new home, you could even stay with us while you go to school. During the. “I like it fine, just making an observation. It’s kind of musical.”Barb shook her wrists. “Actually, it’s not really a rattle,” she said. “It’s more like a jingle.”She shook her left wrist, then her right.“In fact, it’s really two different sounds,” she went on. She shook her right wrist, bracelets. “Now that’s a jingle. But listen to this.” She shook her left wrist of bangles. “This is more of a jangle.”She shook them both together.“Jingle Jangle!” they said simultaneously.“I’ll Jingle Jangle. She felt him move something heavy in front of her and she felt the head of the wand lightly pressing against her clitoris. With a flick of a switch both her ass and her clitoris came alive with a low humming buzz. Certainly not enough to get her to orgasm but her body responded eliciting soft mewing sounds. He stood behind her at first, a black leather flogger swinging around her body, stroking her with it, she ached to be hit with it, and as she thought it he brought it down on her back and.