” She licked her lips, took a deep swallow of her bourbon, curling the finger she had been gnawing on her motioned for me to come to her, “Here ki...ty, kitty, kitty, put your claws away and let’s play.”Part of my plan or not, I licked my lips and followed the bitch to her bed. I took her, ripped the nightgown from her body, like the animal she wanted. Tossed her on the bed, I peeled out of my clothes, saving the spiked heeled boots till last. I ogled her body, pouncing on her, I forced her face. They all said hello to him and Marilyn stood, handing her camera to Nancy."Oh! Nancy! Take my picture! I love Tigger!"Laughing, Nancy used her mother's phone to take a picture of the costumed'cast member' and her mother, who was smiling like a child."Thank you, Tigger," Marilyn kissed his snout.He pretended to blush, then, from behind his back, he produced a DisneyWorld ball cap and a hair tie, presenting it to Nancy."For me?" Nancy laughed.He nodded and held the items closer to her."Well,. I rub my cheek against yours and whisper to you that I think I want you now. You press your palm against my pubic mound under the water and squeeze my crotch with your hand. That makes me want to pee, but I’m not going to do it in the water. You whisper to me that you’re ready. We splash out of the water and scramble up the bank onto the grass. You turn towards me, and slip the right strap of your swimsuit off your shoulder, then the left one. One at a time, you wriggle your arms thorough until. Never before had Marguerite seen him indulge in wine so heartily. She stood and took his arm. “Shall we retire, my love,” she asked, concerned at his overindulgence.“Yes, it is late, and we have the joust on the morrow,” Jean declared, though his words came out greatly slurred. He tried to take a step and nearly fell. Marguerite grabbed him and tried to hold him upright, but he was far too heavy for the petite woman to handle.“Where is Crespin?” Jean asked. “I must thank him for such a.