She was intrigued by the smell and was intensely curious. He could claim to be proficient at the comparison of pussies of the two races but he held hi... tongue.Was it true that a hard cock had no conscience? Or a wet pussy for that matter?Pardin remembered all the banter from Bernie and his two sidekicks, especially the part about Adray keeping the ladies happy. Fuster had not lied to him either. He was bonded to his wife but he had no problem shoving his cock in a human pussy. He replayed that. There was some home-made soup warming in a saucepan on the hob, and some cold sausages in the fridge to go with the fried potatoes that Jen was now keeping an eye on.“Have you eaten yet, Sis?”“Yes, Dad had to wait a few minutes for his supper until I arrived, but I’m going to have another mug of this soup, Mum’s excelled herself this time. I’m fed up with the packet stuff they serve up in the Hall dining room; it’s never as good, always tastes of flour and far too much salt.”She checked that. Charles picked up his cup of tea from the table next to that sofa he was laying on, and sipped from it.Then he heard the door bell ringing.DING DONGIt must be Thomas. He came to see how I am doing, Charles thought.Charles got up from the sofa, slowly walking towards the front door. He wore nothing but his short white pants. Summer wasn't over yet but it wasn't September yet either. Charles reached the front door. Should he go peek through the window next to the front door. He decided he didn't. Instead it went past it and down to my neck. I rolled my eyes downward with a puzzled expression. I felt her adjust my collar, pull it out from beneath my shirt and then flatten it out. ‘Your collar is always a mess,’ she said. ‘Um, don’t change the subject,’ I replied. She stood back and crossed her arms. She smirked and said jokingly, ‘What were we talking about?’ An idea came to mind, ‘Christmas time. It’s two months away still.’ She started to shake her head. ‘You can sing for us then,’ I.