The sweaty soles of her bare feet squeaked on the tableagain. She could not get a grip with them, and the soles arched, the toespointed. Arched, then ...ointed. Her bare heels would dig into the table, hold amoment, and then slip. The legs would straighten. Then the knees would rise,and just the tips of her arched, pointed toes would touch the stainless steel.They would hold, slip, and the process would repeat. Now the piston was deep inside her. She began to tear inside her tunnel. She could. It was soon alight, and I had sealed not only my fate but Jaynes as well.It was only then did I realise I was in full view of the traffic on the road, still who was going to notice me I had driven this route for years and can’t say I have even noticed the barn on most trips.Back at the car Jayne waited with the passenger door open her top removed and in the bag at her feet, her breasts clear to see behind the thin white lace bra that hid nothing.“Hands on your head and stand here“ she ordered.. "Mar and Marti'en were having lunch when a laughing Brand and Bitsy walked in, Brand helping himself to a plate laughed as Mar commented that he was getting as bad as Keebler and Trink. Bitsy nibbling on a piece of bread and cheese told the two that she wanted her old human Brand back, that they both thought that was for the best, that a fairy Brand just didn't work. Mar and Marti'en looked at Brand and he nodded, they talked for a while about it as they ate. Brand mentioned what had happened. ‘Come upstairs. I’ll show you, ‘replied Mary, heading for the stairs. Ann, her curiosity aroused, followed. ‘First we remove our outer clothes, leaving bra and panties on,’ instructed Mary, which she preceded to do. ‘WAIT!!!, said Ann in a forceful voice, ‘this isn’t a girl to girl thing, is it?’ ‘No,’ laughed Mary, ‘not at all.’ Soon, both Mary and Ann were lying on the bed. ‘Oh, let’s have some relaxing music.’ ‘Those drums don’t sound too relaxing, Mary’ ‘Just wait, Ann, just wait. O.K. Now.
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