But unlike that me, I was in complete awe. I wouldn't say I was shocked, but I wasn't exactly prepared for what I saw in his gaze. It was like he was ...rying to imprint himself on me; trying to make me remember who he was, not that I'd ever forget. It wasn't just lust, it was something deeper, but I didn't have the energy or mental acuity to try to figure it out. Eric leaned forward to kiss me, and it changed the angle of his thrusting. Suddenly, I could feel him all over. His cock stroked my. "You're ... you're jealous, aren't you? You want to be my tits, don't you, you pussy?"Melody could have sworn she heard a disembodied voice whisper, "Yes" as her body succumbed to a miniature orgasm. Both happened just as her middle finger had found its way inside of her.Now that her hand was covered in her own juices, she decided to rub those juices into her firm, aroused breasts. As she traced circles around her nipples, she started to feel slightly dizzy. She arched her back as her hands. " "Smorgoth, eh?" said Puss. "Did he include a catch-all clause?" "Sure: 'nor any other predatory beasts, birds, insects, arachnids, orother critters.' It's ironclad. So we go from kingdom to kingdom committingmurder and mayhem with never a fear for our safety. Say, would you like tosit next to us?" Puss in Boots was careful not look any of them directly in the eyes. "Nothanks," he said. But he did come quite a bit closer, and that seemedto please them. "So," said the fairy, "what do you hunt?". “Mrs. Brittany. Are you wearing panties under your skirt?”Brittany blushed, “Yes, sir,” she said.Brittany got a good look at Mr. Giltwad’s well-sized, semi-flaccid cock as he stood up. He straightened himself out.He sighed in disapproval as he walked around his desk. He made his way to the front of his desk and leaned against it. “Brittany,” he said. “Today is your eighty-ninth day.” He crossed his arms, “Veronica had forgot to write your evaluation, but she has just made up for that.”Brittany.