That sounds quite normal except that I was totally naked, not even shoes.My nipples were still rock hard and so was my clit that was sticking out of m... lips but I felt good.“Magnificent my dear.” Ben said when he saw me walking into the room still holding Ethan’s hand.Ben got to his feet, walked over to me, put his hands on my shoulders and kissed my forehead before whispering,“If only I was thirty years younger.”I smiled and gripped Ethan’s hand harder.“Come my dear,” Mary said, “sit and tell. ”“What the flying fuck is a himbo!?” I asked.She chuckled, quietly. “I’ll explain later. Tell.”I giggled, a little shy and a little quiet, and then focused. I tried to reconstruct exactly what Adoran had looked like – the form that my subconscious had constructed for Adoran. The sleek, greyhound body. The long head. The sixform eyes. The furred body. The long, spined tail. The sharp talons and teeth. Teche whistled, slowly. “Way better than the blond boy,” she murmured. “Think you can convince. She was wearing bikini bottoms that left little to the imagination, a piece of cloth in the shape of a diamond with two thin straps that curved around her hips and met at a g-string in the back. It was definitely a cock hardener. By her side a bottle of baby oil that had been warmed by the hot summer sun. The boom box she had with her was blasting some “most excellent” classic rock and when Def Lepard’s “Pour Some Sugar On Me” came on I felt that was my cue to join her. She sensed my. She asked Gary, all husky and sexily. She had been practicing the Marilyn Monroe sound and pout in front of the bathroom mirror for the last hour. The emphasis was on the word give, and sounded like an invitation to bed. The desired effect took Gary to a new height of anticipation. With any luck, tonight would be the night they actually had sex, without Gary flooding his pants with sticky goo. He felt sure the double scotch he had downed would help in this department. Privately, Rambo had his.