Then he just gazed and gazed adoringly at my bush. “Your sweet brown Kat fur looks even better than it felt on my fingers last week,” he purred. ...e was making me feel like the sexiest woman on earth now. “Do you really think my bush looks pretty?” “It’s perfection!” he whispered hotly in my ear. “So soft and furry. And the most beautiful shade of brown fur I think I’ve ever seen. And I love those soft, tiny little wisps of brown hair on your soft and silky thighs.” He paused. “Would you let. I had already masturbated by this point in my life and I knew what he was doing. I opened my legs for him; inviting further exploration. He immediately put his fingers inside my panties and began rubbing me. I laid back against his chest and squirmed as he played with me. It felt even better then when I touched myself. He was breathing into my face as he touched me, his breath smelled of beer.I squirmed around for a little while as he played with me and then his other hand reached around to. ? She was right of course, but that didn?t solve the problementirely.? She was still hyperactivelyobsessed with my body.? And every time Icame in close proximity it would drive her crazy. I grabbed a book on female anatomy and the study of femaleorgans and women?s health to try and understand Pussy Slave?s newfound anatomyover the next few days. As fun as it was for her to get ?examined?? it alwaysresulted in at least a quart of cum on the floor or in the bathtub.? It felt worse than milking a. The funny part was, she was also wearing more makeup than women normally wore to bed, unless of course those same women were going to bed for something other than sleeping. In that case, Mrs. Rooney always wore a lot of makeup and lipstick to look pretty for him. This time was no different. Both she and the other mother looked very pretty for going to bed.“Victor’s arrival tonight is totally unexpected, but by no means, a deterrent to our plans,” Mrs. Rooney said. “In fact, I’d say we.