I was beyond wet. The gooey liquid made my pussy feel so slippery, my throbbing clit felt swollen and twice sensitive. I was losing control more and ...ore. I was really dropping out of reality. I felt like any second now, I will moan and wake up the whole house, and nothing would stop me from touching myself. I was addicted to that feeling of my fingers rubbing my clit, forcing my pussy to contract and pulsate, pushing cum out. I was slightly biting on my other hand, doing my best to prevent. Gandalf’s as good as I’ve got.”“But a bit fictional. Try again.”“Nope!” as I shook my head.“That’s to be expected from someone as useless as you. I couldn’t expect you to truly believe.”“Are you …” I could not say the name.“Yes, I’m God. Why do you doubt me? The evidence is all around you.”“Science and stuff. There’s a lot of bad things going on in the world.”“Man, and I mean that in every sense of the word, I just gave up trying. All those decades of creation and for what? An ungrateful world.. What are you doing I asked,Trimming my bikini lines she said,What I saidShe explained about keeping thing tidy down there, she said sally shaves all of hers off, and how nice it was licking a smooth fanny, the razor went between her legs shaving her lips crouching down as she did.She rinsed off the soap then stood up, their all nice and clean, pass me the towel,She wrapped the towel around her head, lick me she said as she stood astrideI got onto my knees looking up at her fanny, she had shaved. Her breasts agreed with her baby, it was time for some nursing.If not quite so infatuated with The Kitten as Bob, who had been known to go into verbal ecstasies over the baby's kicking her legs, Jeanette found many of her daughter's habits adorable. Perhaps the most endearing occurred during nursing. The Kitten would stop every few sips to look up at Jeanette's face as if to say "Thank-you, Mom."At first Jeanette had responded with only a silly grin, or a "Pretty baby" or "You're welcome." Over.