Not for vulpines, oh no. That would be far too simple.Marion was in Heat. Heats came around once in a while, regularly plaguing vulpine women at irreg...lar intervals. The stupid things would come on unpredictably, though never more than once a month, and usually no less than once every six. It was outrageously irritating how they worked, she felt. Vulpines were generally excitable to begin with, usually quite monogamous, and always quite capable. Every once in a while, however, the Heat would. Even on her skinny frame, they looked amazing, bouncing slightly as she shifted her weight to the other foot. I could picture her casually walking through the hotel lobby like that, daring everyone to check her out; she wasn’t the type to give a damn what others thought of her, quite the contrast to my own personality. Her long, black hair was kept straight as usual, flowing down about halfway to her back, and her blue eyes were framed by a pair of glasses that only made her sexier.Janine. .."that's Dolche" you just look at him. He still thinks he is in control, you look around to see what is available. You spy the nipple clamps on the floor, picking them up you clamp both of his nipples. He grimaces is pain, but doesnt talk back to you again.Grabbing the scissors, you cut through his belt, then his jeans. Down the left leg, then the right, his pants fall to the ground and exposed his semi erect penis. You walk up to him, grabbing his cock in your hand you ask him, "does this. It was sort of a lie, or at least an exaggeration, but I thought that's what I should say."I love you, Uncle Mike."And he answered the same way, with what I wanted him to say, even if it wasn't true."I love you, Dorothy."And so we lay there, caressing idly, until, until..."Holy shit, that's the garage door. We'd better get up to our own rooms."We grabbed our clothing and ran.YESTERDAY MORING AND A FEW MONTHS EARLIERLight was creeping through the window blinds."Wake up, Dorothy. Happy Birthday,.