I pulled the sheets off me and sat up. She said to lay back, so I laid back down, and she washed my legs and arms. She dried them then raised the bed ... foot or two, she had that grin again and said " I sure don't want to get my blouse all wet and my hands are all soapy". I took the hint and reached up" allow me " I whispered, and unbuttoned her uniform top. She started to turn red and her breath quickened, as I worked my way up to the last button. I held my hands up to it and looked in her. That was one of the most exciting parts, waking up nestled against her, my arm around her big round belly, her chubby arm reaching down into the fur between her thighs, her fat heavy breasts rolling off to one side, her red curls half-covering her face as she slept, angelically.And then behind me, one of Bart's rough hairy arms around me, and his soft cock pressed up against my back. I had no interest in letting him put it in me back there, but it was very pleasantly cozy being sandwiched. I hoped that I looked OK. I was wearing a micro-skirt, tight, red, barely covering my cheeks. Black sheer stockings, and my highest heels. A black lacy top, straining with my C-cup forms. Fairly dark blue eye shadow was unusual for me, but combined with the extreme ruby-red lippy, it did give me a little bit of a slutty look, somewhat removed from my usual housewife/secretary style."Stand here," and I was led to a kitchen chair. My hands were placed on the back of the chair. "Spread your. Everyone who is anyone knows Fuster Cluck." I suppose that could be a point of pride," Pardin said trying to keep the dubiousness out of his voice. "If you were conceived during an orgy, how do you know your father is actually your father?" The magic, of course," Fuster said. "You really don't have a grasp of how the magic works, do you?"Pardin bent down and pulled up a wild onion. The bulb was white and as big as his fist. Brushing off as much of the dirt as he could with his fingers, he.