"Yeah... we went for a drink after the meeting," Joan mumbled nervously. "Bonnie and I. Sorry." God, he was handsome. "Did you really miss me?" Alway... do, darling." Yes, she'd had a drink. More than one he could tell when she leaned over to kiss him. She sprawled easily and compliantly across his lap as their tongues meshed and he slid his hand under her sweater to cup one of her huge, soft breasts. Were young Julie's as firm as they looked in a sweater? Then, as his wife's thighs straddled. ‘It’s OK, I’ll only be a few minutes.’ and off he went. I was laying there, trussed up like a turkey waiting to be stuffed when the thought occurred to me that my bottom was facing the door to the hallway and if the postman looked through the letterbox, he would see right up the hall and right up me. That idea started to turn me on and I was feeling quite sexy when I thought that I heard a squeak, then another, then another, then it stopped. Then I thought that I heard the door to the garden. He told me to take my time, and he would cook us up some breakfast.I took the opportunity to shave everything I owned, get clean, and fix my hair and makeup. I picked out my shortest denim mini skirt, and a sexy white sheer top. When I appeared in the kitchen, Uncle Clyde turned around, and I saw his knees buckle slightly as his eyes inspected every inch of my being. It made me blush, and hot surges of energy ran up my spine.We could hardly eat our bacon and eggs fast enough, and our eyes. Seeking her clit, which was naturally not where it would be on a normal woman, he had stumbled upon it anyway. The entire ring at the end of her canal had the same smooth, puffy contrast he’d been searching for. The way she shivered and her tail coiled further confirmed it.At the first hint of a thought about going down on her, Tiassa whimpered, “Yes. Please. Yes,” and rolled onto her back.Aris sat up, and despite the unnaturalness of it, found her iridescent green scales becoming. He had.