We're at home. Kissing. I've been fondling her all over the place above the waist. And so has she. However, we're both wearing jeans. Going further sm...othly entails a dexterity neither of us will master for years. Still, the hormones press on. So I manage to slide my hand inside the back of her pants, while she takes a hold of my penis through the fabric.And this is one of the very few sensations I remember *extremely* vividly (and I tend to not remember anything at all).My hand went past her. ”He adds more detail about their lovemaking.“I told you she likes my attention. I bet my hitting on her made her pussy wet.”“She said you made her pussy wet.”“Tell me more about her pussy.”Brad is unsure what to say, but Beth did tell him to talk about her pussy, “She has a nice looking pussy. Her fur matches her auburn hair. She keeps her bush nice and trimmed since she likes to wear thongs and tiny bikinis.”“Sounds like a nice pussy. Do you think I’d like it?”Beth is right. Rex is trying to. She kicked down the front door this time (normal sized, those silly huge metal fortress doors are too slow to open and close and are a pain to properly install) and every other door in the place until she found me hiding in my janitor's closet. The janitor's uniform and the stage makeup didn't fool her one bit and she just about squeezed my neck so hard that my head nearly popped off.This time, she pressed the correct tiny black button to shut everything down, but still for her troubles she got. I inhaled her sweet scent, as I tongued her neck and then blew cool air over it to make her body shudder. I had committed each of her special spots to memory and was thrilled to actually be able to see her reaction in the flesh. “I am going to have so much fun with you today, Cass,” I spoke in a husky voice. I moved my hands up too her chest and began to kneed her breast between my finger tips. I wanted to trace and touch each and every one of her body parts and commit them to memory, because I.