Her head came into view, peeking out from beneath the table, her tawny ears twitching. I shivered, glad I had her. And then her mouth nuzzled into my ...haved pussy. I gave a whimper, my twin braids shifting behind me. Zanyia's rough tongue, so different from a human's, lapped through my folds. Her pale fingers stroked my thighs as she nuzzled into my snatch, drinking my juices like a cat at the milk saucer.“Oh, you naughty lamia,” I groaned, shifting on the chair, my eyes watching my brother. He. But something disturbed me. When I got home with a girl it was dark. When we had sex, it was very dark although I had my little lamp on my table beside my bed alight. But I never saw them in full light. So I decided to do something. But what? Hook them up earlier was impossible. Set my whole bedroom under Floodlight? No, because my neighbours would have enjoyed the show but that was not what I wanted. Then I had an Idea. My wardrobe in my bedroom was on the same wall as my shower was. So I. After scrubbing them on the washboard in lye soap water, she inspected them, but couldn’t find any stains. With a grin, she chastised herself mentally. They’re fatigues. What difference would a few stains make? After wringing them out as best she could, she hung them on the line he’d put up for her.When her fatigues were all washed and hung, she washed her bras and panties before hanging them next to her fatigues. Somehow, the very feminine undergarments looked out of place hanging beside her. . Where was I? Did I even come back in or was I still with the other guests? Who is grinding themselves into your face? You know that was my hand, but where was I? Who else is there? Your mind races... The woman who was grinding you lean back and grabs your nipples pinching and pulling hard. She tells you what a bad hostess you are. For not coming out to help me entertain and that you need to be taught a lesson. Just then you feel another familiar slap on your pussy. you know that I am there,.