Father gave her a look, and she said nothing and asked no more questions. But she knew it wasn’t normal, not by any means.” “And after that?” ...ilmaria pressed. Maddeningly, even though he could tell by the tone of her voice she was genuinely interested in hearing his words, she would not stop the distracting grinding of her delicious ass against his cock, the warm press of her buttocks surrounding his pulsing shaft and pressing him deeper into the cleft of her crack. Her tail flicked against. .."She laughed this time and spilled some of her drink as she did. She was quite tipsy."How about you? How is your boyfriend treating you?" I asked.She finished the rest of her drink and said "Oh he is good but no one is perfect." And what do you mean by that?"Slurring her words, "Well let's just say when it comes to the bedroom he falls shorts" and she made a gesture with her hand that reminded me of a miniature hotdog. "Yeah I guess no one is perfect. You are still with him though." She. After a few minutes of him fidgeting, Iswitched my feet around conveniently edging my toes up higher on hislap. I could see his bulge grow as he tried to straighten himself out. "Are you OK? You want me to move?" I purred. I could see a small bead ofsweat forming on his forehead. "No. I'm fine." He said, again trying to get comfortable with a growingbulge. "Are YOU cold?" I asked, fluffing the blanket up over his lap and legs.I think he was glad I covered his "growing problem" up. But I. The ache in my groin was immense but I closed my eyes and tried to forget where I was to concentrate.I couldn’t see it, but Jess nudged Emma and pointed to my closed eyes.“Slave Aaron,” Emma said, “open your eyes and look at us.”I sighed, though not loudly enough that I thought she would hear, and did as ordered.Fortunately, if you can look at it that way, I was ragingly horny enough that I wouldn’t have to play with myself for very long. I forced a smile up at the two girls as they, and Brent,.