Mashing your hands into the fur collar, you rip and pull, only to feelthe same clinging sensation all around your neck and chest. Ripping andpulling a... the poofy skirt is the same, everything is attached to yourbody with some sort of adhesive that refuses to give at all."Dammit!" you curse, trying to pull the big fur boots from your feet. Awave of embarrassment flows through you every time your hands touch thesoft luscious fur, which is quite often. You reach around the back of thedress to find. Although I knew what was inside, I still acted like a school girl virgin. I was excited and wanted it to last.Unable to resist any longer, I revealed the contents. Pulling the items out one at a time, I examined each and every one. A bottle of the finest lubric ation was the first thing, water soluable and silky to the touch. Second, a curved purple vibrator meant to stimulate a woman's G spot. Next, a simple hand vibe that would be excellent for clitoral stimulation. The final items caught my. Zax held her shoulder and smiled confidently to relieve his mother concern.He refrained from going into details over his “miraculous” recovery and breakthrough. It was not a subject that ever interested his parents, and no matter how breathless they will be by knowing his level of strength, they will still prefer for him and their eldest daughter to have a common way of life.Of everyone currently at the house, the only one in a different world, virtually five seconds after Zax got home and gave. . !" her entire body spasmed as a small orgasm rippled thru her."Good morning lover." I whispered in her ear.She leaned back, throwing her arm around my hip and slapped me on the ass."Ummm... you naughty boy. You make me feel so good." She purred."As good as you make me feel?" I wondered aloud."I only wish I could make you feel this good." Believe me, you do. Just having you next to me, the touch of your sweet body, the heat of your passion, and the intensity of your lust is more than any man.