“Don’t go, Zach. Stay, just for awhile. Talk to me… it’s been too long; you can’t leave so soon, not already, not again.”“Kaitlyn…” ... sighed, my shoulders drooping in resignation.She knew I wouldn’t leave, knew I’d never been good at telling her no, not about anything. She turned back to the sink, back to her task. I watched her again, for perhaps a minute or so, and then crossed silently to her and put my hands on her shoulders. She didn’t jump or startle; she’d known I was there. We’d always. " She was shorter than Anton, and with a cute furry face that resembled Ravenna's, though her fur color was the same wild brown as Brannel's, and with the white treasure trail that went from under her chin, down between her thighs, and up over her plush butt. Despite having the face, body, digitigrade legs, and feet of a Raccoon, this girl's ears were like a Deer's, as was her perky tail. Her hair was cropped short to just above her shoulders, and was dark red like Brannel's, and she carried. Open to Members at 10:00 O'clock." He checked the time and grinned noting it was just 9:30. He gave a flick of his flappy fingers in negation and whispered, "Nay."He slipped through a side gate in the wire mesh fencing, between sweetly smelling pink oleanders, and out onto the deck of the pool. He stood proudly in the simmering heat of the summer sun. His splayed feet were shod in Jandals. He wore a cabana shirt dotted with green sea turtles. Added to that were Bermuda shorts in a purplish. She continued to move her head back and forth, as Kevin continued to come, his knee shaking with each ejection. Now, even though she could feel his contraction, very little spunk was coming out, and finally they stopped, and she pulled back and rested her bum on heels. Kevin looked down on his best mate’s mother, who had a dribble of spunk, his spunk, running down her chin. After a few minutes, Kevin began to recover. “Wow, Mrs B that was awesome, fuck, that was....wow...” “Kevin, you’ve had.