At one point while he was in the attic prepping the next box, Mary called up to him, "John? Why don't you come downstairs and get something to drink. ...ou have been working hard." Thanks, Mary that would be great. I would like a glass of water or tea if you have some."Mary replied, "I have some tea. Come meet me in the kitchen and I'll have it ready."John quickly packed up the box he was working on, grabbed it up, took the box downstairs into the living room and added it to the growing pile of. "I guarantee you, it feels different. Then, you have to decide if you like it."A few minutes later, the woman returned. "They were perfect. I couldn't take them off - the bra and panties, I mean. The panties looked so nice, I've still got them on - here are the tags. I'm going to take the camisole and see what I think. Oh yes, and I'll take these other panties and that other bra."Melanie wrote up the charge and processed the woman's payment. "I hope you enjoy these. It's not enough to just. She kissed my belly and unbuttoned my skirt. She pulled it off leaving me in only my panties. She then stood up and took off her skirt and her panties. She stood there where I could get a good look at her snatch. It was shaved except for a line of hair in the middle of her mound. She said "Well?" I said "Pretty". She told me to touch it, and I rubbed my fingers along the hair and then kissed her mound. I told her I wanted to eat her pussy and make her cum. She sat back down on the. The divider of a species, once so close. The sole occupier of her thoughts. Her ticket off this thrice-accursed world. But there were others vying for its beauty and she spotted one now, just breaking through the grass to her left. He looked pale and ragged, cradling a broken arm but still he persisted towards the hill. She spun around and pounced on him, claws outstretched, and tore viciously at his chest until purple blood spurted forth and he fell limp. She kept thrashing still after he lay.