Vernon was sipping on his brandy again. It was all very awkward. Kaden pushed his uneaten food around on his plate and tried to avoid his grandfather'... eye.Christina and Dudley returned a few minutes later, Christina looking triumphant and Dudley looking anxious. They resumed their seats and Christina gave Dudley a knowing look.Dudley sighed and glanced at Vernon, before staring at his plate. “Mum, Dad, we've got to tell you something. Kaden's not going to Smelting's.”Vernon dropped his brandy. . you ... really do this? It's something else we thought was just a thing in the sex movies. We thought surely no man, would actually let his woman fuck him." Like you said earlier, it's a good thing you have a good teacher, slave." I think I said the "best teacher" Sir. But whatever you say it is, that is what it is. You tell your slave that the sky is green, and that the moon is made of cheese, and I'll see it that way 'till I'm in my grave. That's how much you are in my head Sir." What is. A hand folded upon my fur, her chin craned down, she gently pushed me back by my pubes to look at my pink serpent.Long length, pinker than pink cobra head, she ran a finger along my ridges then grabbed my girth.She pulled me toward her, sucking me into her factory hole, she fed my slithering snake to her whole, I grabbed my bean stock and thrust.A perfect throw, through her panting pussy hair, parting pink lips, and into her river running cave hole I plunged into her deep.Wet was my first. "They kissed again, and now no words were needed and he could feel the joy and radiance and gratitude flowing from her in a hot wave.They rolled over and she began to work on his body again, arousing him with that sureness of touch that took his breath away and made him wonder how there could be a heaven after this.They fell asleep several hours later in a tangle of soaked sheet and sweating limbs. When he awoke, it was late evening. He slipped out of bed and wandered out to the terrace. He.