″She giggled, louder than I thought necessary or prudent. She leaned in, I felt her body heat as she kissed me on the throat and fondled me. ″Oh, ...o eager and willing.″I kissed her back, desperate to leave. ″We gotta go.″″Mm, not quite yet.″″No, now.″She reached around and tugged my tail. ″I want to sit on the counter and have you lick me so I′m nice and wet when we get back to the room.″I paused and weighed my options. I could fight this for four minutes and ruin the mood or I could just lick. "How so my love?" Her words are heavy, from deep in her throat. Her orgasm is near. I struggle to get my words out, I am close to filling my pet's pussy with hot cum. "No dark spell conjured by the sorcerer supreme himself, could undo the protective spell woven by your love, my pet," I reply. She throws her head back with a snap. Keeping her orgasm at bay. Her hips become still. She has one final question before she will allow herself to cum. "Is there anything so frightful to you that could. Poor Glen.”Sandra seconded that statement, “Yes, poor Glen.”CJ asked, “Why poor Glen?”Wanda giggled while Sandra answered, “He’s not going to get any rest when we wear these dresses.”CJ burst out in laughter. She said, “I know the effect. Cliff can hardly keep his hands off me when I wear mine.”Cliff grinned and retorted, “I can hardly keep my hands off you regardless of what you are wearing.”“You are just a sex fiend.”Glen laughed as he said, “The hardest times to resist are when they are. “I am guessing that you can butter toast?”“I’m actually pretty good at that.” I poured coffee and fixed hers the way she had before with just a little cream and sugar. I put hers where it would be out of her way but within reach.“Thanks, Jack.” She sipped it. “Just right. You’ve been observant.” She poured some bacon grease into the pot with the water. She then put all the vegetables along with some ham into the pan and cooked it. She looked at her water and poured in grits measuring the amount.