Her web glands had woken and were producing the liquid silk. Her stomach had had to empty itself of acid and the remains of her last meal to make room...for it. The vomiting had voken her in the middle of the day. Now sunset was approaching, the vomiting had long ceased, her wings had drained and fallen off, and she was safely in her hole. Soon the liquid silk would be ready and she would have to cocoon. Then she would sleep for five months. When she woke, she would have new wings, and her body. As soon as they were inside, Al had gathered her up into his arms and was prowling around the apartment in search of a bed. He found it, and it was better than anything he'd hoped for."Waterbed!" he gasped. "Waterbed!" But--" His mouth on hers cut short the protestation--then he was dropping her onto the undulating surface and driving his tongue into her mouth as if he meant to explore her throat with it. His hands were feverishly unfastening, unbuttoning and otherwise undoing her clothes Amy. No, there was no hint of surgical augmentation. The firmness and perky nipples were all her's (and God's) and I concluded this all in the first thirty seconds of our meeting.I'm a product of my conditioning and my mother's words were etched into my forebrain. "William, when you are talking to a woman, do not look down her dress. Wait until she's talking to someone else." I suspect the second part of that admonition may have been my own addendum. So I waited a few moments until she was engaged. Just another day, she thought blissfully, and she'd be with Donald. Her nipples tingled at the thought of him filling her with pleasure and wrapping his wonderful hands around her welcoming neck.She reached beneath the suds and rubbed her tingling little button as she imagined the joyful reunion. Soon her body shuddered with an orgasm, the intensity of which caught her by surprise.Her bath water was cooling, but the bathroom was still filled with steam as Kathy climbed out of the tub and.