I loved the way she felt, chubby, large breasted, with a wonderful pubic garden for me to get lost in, but very solid, "like a Frigidare" underneath h...r chubbiness. She said " That guy would go nuts for the way you make love, Sylvia, but I don't want to lose my man to a younger woman, either."I don't know what she was worried about. Al should have been the one with the worries.I know she told Al about us. For the next few weeks, she would come to the coffee house by herself. After my show, she. However, it is not my place to argue or question your motives."Ravenna smirked at her son, "You bet your ass it isn't, dear. And for questioning my reasons, you can expect a nice long paddling out on the stage later tonight. Now, get on with it."A soft blush was visible through the white fur on Anton's cheeks as he set about prepping his guests for their imminent cleansings. "Right then. Issibel, secure their ankles and wrists."The Otter went about busily locking the guests in shackles and. I sat watching an early evening quiz show as Arabian flutes floated through our rented apartment awaiting my wife. After about half an hour it was “Jeannie” who joined me in the lounge and what a transformation. Sarah,s blonde beehive had been brushed out into Jeannies pony tail, her harem girl outfit very brief barely concealing those big titties and her hairy minge with cleverly placed sheer material and lace, her delicate feet encased in the long toed slippers, fake jewels in her hair and. But while the adults indulged my pride, sometimes it's the younger ones who are more honest with their perceptions. I was picking up some supplies in town when a familiar teenaged boy stopped me in my tracks."Hey mister, where's your wife?" Excuse me?" You were always in town with your wife. The prettiest girl in the world, with the green eyes. I don't see her with you anymore? What's wrong? You don't look so happy..."I didn't want to bother correcting him. Rachel wasn't my wife. She'd never.