I bent my knee slightly, making my ass more parallel to his cock. Another inch or so slid into me. I caressed his ass, relishing the feel of his har... buttocks and the heavy covering of fur.Don held his cock deep in my ass, still kneading my nipples and pecs. He began to slowly slide his cock in and out of my ass. As he slid out, he would release my nipples; as he slid in, he would squeeze them. His strokes became quicker; his fingers squeezed tighter.“Oh, yeah, Don,” I panted, “pinch my. From the number of cars it seemed like something major was going on. As we pulled around on the back street, Mom even commented on the goings-on up at the Libby's, and how strange a party their would be considering Chris was still locked up as a danger.I couldn't help thinking this had something to do with me. It sounds kind of paranoid, as though everything around was centering on me, but that seemed to be the way things were progressing. I suppose that at the time I was more than a bit. "Placing his hands in the expected position, he swished after Miss Matildaback to his old room. He was happy to be back in the extremely feminineroom and hoped he would never see the nursery again. Jacob took in a bigbreath of the heavily floral scented room and flushed the last of the babypowder smell from his constricted lungs. His ribs ached from the strain ofthe corset and his intake of air but he did not mind.Miss Matilda led him over to the vanity where she had him repair hissmeared. "Now, Lindsey, remember I said you worked in a beauty salon and learnedall about hair and makeup and nails, right?" Uh huh." I did, too. I knew a LOT about hair and makeup and stuff."Does it make sense for a boy to know those things?"I wrinkled up my nose as I pondered this for a few seconds. "Maybe ifhe's a gay boy?" Are you a gay boy, Lindsey?"I thought about this, too. "No, I don't think so." Right, so that must mean you're a girl, right Lindsey?"I looked down at myself and then back up at.