She twirls around and you find yourself looking in a full-length mirror. There's a human girl of about twenty years or so with pale skin, a carrot-red...bob hairdo, large green eyes, and enough freckles to look like a Jackson Pollock painting. She's wearing a dark green floor-length velvet gown that hides a figure so thin she's only a little beyond skeletal. A is not her blood type, it's her bra size.That was NOT nice. For that, you don't get to see me naked.Oh yeah?You realize you have no power. I shook my head, “Go wash them and get all the starch and chemicals out.”The princess turned from listening to something and holding Dragon and frowned as I headed towards the kitchen. Amanda grinned as she turned from the counter, “I did warn her.”I shrugged, “If he wishes me to teach her it will be my way and unpleasant.”She nodded and gestured to the basket Cynthia was laying in, “She and Dragon think they will hatch tomorrow or tomorrow night.”I looked at the eggs and reached out to touch. “Wow! What you do to me...”I moved from between her thighs to lie beside her. She rolled to face me and we kissed deeply. I could still taste a trace of my cum in her mouth, and I know she had to be tasting a generous helping of her pussy from me. “Your face is covered in ... me,” she giggled. “Do you like the way I taste?”“I love it,” I answered. “I’ll eat you any time you ask.”“I’ll try to remember that,” my girlfriend said with a smile. “I love it when you eat me.”I could have stayed and. Jack could not believe what he was seeing.Then his vision changed - it was like someone had put a magnifying glassin front of his eyes, and Jack's vision zoomed in until all he could seewas the end of one bosom, most of the nipple, and the most beautifulwoman's hand he could possibly imagine squeezing that aureole and nipple- - and milk squirted out of it again and again. Jack could feel his ownfingers doing this to himself, feel his own hand massaging his own bosom,and he could not stop.