No reaction, so I began to press downwards slowly. Her flesh began to yield to my pressure, like a rubber balloon, bouncing back when I released it. E...couraged by this and feeling exceedingly horny, I placed both hands on her mounds. Instead of pressing down, I began to stretch my fingers till I figured I'd completely covered her tits. Keeping an eye on her face (or what was visible of it) I began to dig my muscles into the soft flesh, loving the way the tit seemed to push against my palm. My. The room was darkened around her. Fading sunlight filtered through translucent curtains to give the room a soft gray color. Lynn turned and then yelped as the base of her tail twisted painfully between her body and the bed. Instead, she pushed herself up into a sitting position. The young woman looked down her short muzzle. It was impossible to miss with how it jutted from her face. She reached up to touch it, feeling how short the brown fur was that lined it. Her nose was huge and soft and she. He did too, his lips still against her ear. She tried to move toward his mouth. Once again he tried to half-coyly avoid it, but she held his face still and closed in. His hand moved to her face so slowly that the movement seemed reluctant. His fingers framed her chin, she lifted her face to his, and his mouth descended. When their lips touched there was a surprise waiting for her. His tongue got in her mouth, and she found that he was either very good at kissing or very serious about it — if. "Cindy? What do YOU say?" Mister Jim, she taught ME! She showed me how to read those funny symbols and what they meant, and the rest, it's ... it's just the way it's supposed to ... it's GOTTA be that way."Mister Jim looked at Mizz Crockett. She laid one of her books on his desk and opened it to the bookmarked page. He looked, then he whistled a long, low note. He looked at me. "Cindy Richards, you UNDERSTAND this stuff?"I nodded."Okay. When the bell rings for next hour, can you come by and.