Rapid shallow breaths heaved her chest as she buzzed her clit with abandon. Hot and wet, Francis was ready to dive further. Her index finger and point...r crept along Francis’s outer pussy lips while her middle finger teased her inner folds. Several languorous strokes brought soft whines from her mouth. She clamped her mouth shut to keep the low whimpers below the din of Patrick’s cooking. The sound of a spatula transferring eggs to plates warned her that time was short. Cautiously, she sent. I looked closer at their bodies. What looked like body suits was actually a covering of feathers. Their feet were similar to their hands only the fingers and thumbs were shorter, like toes on a human. They seemed to communicate by chirping, though I was getting concepts when they did, not the equivalent of interpreting sounds, more like telepathy, direct to my mind. Like moving your lips when you read.They were checking on a project, one they'd looked at twice before. The first time was right. "Now honey," she glossed, clearly wanting to change topics, "you know I've learned from that mistake. And I've already planned our anniversary so that's that." By this time our meal had started and we were talking between bites. "All right all right," I consented graciously, "What do you have in mind?" "Well..." she said, flashing me a big smile. "It's a secret. Mostly." "What do you mean?" "I've planned things out for the week through Sunday, an activity a day. Tonight, for instance, is a. Some modifications were done in the building to allow the scientist who owns the building to do his experiments in private.Dr. Peter Fuckenstein a wealthy scientists who helps the common folks down the road at the fishing village with common ailments. In his free time he tinkers and tolls within the tower building wondrous imaginative devices with gears, glass tubes, and pipes running through out the old lighthouse. A middle aged man 6’ 6 tall man that is well fit with a dust of gray and.