My hand moved up almost on its own to rest on her breast. I was surprised she didn't move it away. I flexed my fingers around her firmness underneath ...s her tongue now explored my mouth.Then ... then, her palm rested in the bulge in my pants and pressed down as we kissed further. We just kissed for several more minutes, I think neither of us wanted to disrupt the atmosphere of what we were doing by talking.Finally, though, my aunt pulled her head back and asked me, "Jay, have you had sex yet?". The last uninjuredKhazra screamed in fear and dashed towards the darkness.As the human prisoner rose to his feet and surveyed the carnage, heshuddered. There were corpses of goat-men strewn everywhere, leakingdark blood into the ground. Suddenly he turned to see that his saviorhad sheathed both crossbows and now reached up towards the completelymismatched massive Khazra head still resting atop a furry patch of goat-man skin on top of feminine shoulders. The hands grabbed the sides ofthe bestial. My next problem was what to do with what was left of my grandparents' house. It was pretty-well gutted, but it had also been very well insured.I suppose that my most profitable path would have been to pull the ruins down and then sell the plot as a building site. A developer would probably have jammed ten or fifteen houses, maybe more, onto that site. Or even built a block of flats; possibly both.But a surveyor's report informed me that the walls were perfectly sound, so I felt obligated to. Morgana, still naked, strutted back out into the morning sun on her balcony, and breathed deeply as she watched her big cock slowly gather into itself and regain the familiar shape and texture of her beautiful clitoris.She was deeply, fundamentally satisfied... but even then she felt the familiar tingle of renewing lust tickling at her senses. She looked down into the courtyard at the door to the Milking Room, where she knew the Scullery Maid, with all the skill and experience of her years of.