But then she remembers other things about her rapist. How he was covered in a thin film of oil over a furry pelt, the mane around his head, and his fa...e- oh my god! That's not a human face! Her pussy was dripping from the pleasure but her mind suddenly snaps to an image of fear. What the fuck was it that raped her?Finally getting back to her car, she tries to get her seatbelt on to get to a hospital when there's an unexpected obsticle. She looks down, and terror fills her mind. What? When did. As she greeted her mom in the living room, Lesley noticed that it wasn't just the house. Her mom looked like death warmed over. She appeared to have been crying for three solid days."Lesley, dearest Lesley. Thank you for coming. I don't think I can take this anymore." Mrs. Wells whispered, as she collapsed into her daughter's arms.After settling her mom for a much needed nap in the Master bedroom, Lesley found out what was causing her mom so much grief. Since the police had listed Linda's. This was a disappointment to me, of course; this was one VERY attractive, sexy, exciting woman. She didn't seem offended or insulted at my suggestions, continued to share in conversations with me about sex and pleasure, my sexual experiences and hers as well .. but she seemed to be waiting or hoping for something else.I continued to press her about what she WAS interested in, encouraged her to be completely honest with me, that she could trust me and I wouldn't be offended, no matter what it. I threw away most of the ice, and took only two cubes. Those I pressed into their tight cunts, and I could see them squirming, and I could feel their hot wet innards squeezing around my fingers. I was really impressed how tight they were, and my cock started to rise again. A boygirl named Jenny jumped immediately to suck it, but I pushed him/her away. “No. Not yet.”Sora translated that to him/her, and he/she got a disappointed look on his/her face. I smiled:“Tell her that her time will.