He had now notreally raised any objections to wearing mascara, lip gloss and perfumeand she had no intention of stopping there. He had also swallowed...herlies that it was normal for him to smell of perfume and no-one wouldnotice the lip gloss or mascara.He was, however, subconsciously aware that something was not quite (whathis vanilla mind would call) right and was a lot quieter than he wouldnormally be.As they drove on through the night he became distracted by trying to stayawake and had. My bed. I looked around quickly, even jumping up and looking out the window. I was home."What day and time is it?" I asked, stretching and hearing pops, feeling better than the last time I'd been conscious."It's Monday and about 10:30 in the morning," she told me, her eyes roving over my naked body professionally. "You've still got faint bruises on your back, but everything else is fine. You were almost completely healed up when Talon called us over, but he insisted we check anyway. He's worse. You open your eyes briefly and look at me, yours are glazed and pleading with me to continue. I stroke the inner part of your thighs still careful not to make contact, and then place my lips where my fingers were. You moan loudly now, saying my name, pleading with me to touch it. Not yet baby, I think, soon though. I gently stroke the sack that is swollen and hard and let my fingers gently travel the length of you, it is so beautiful, I use the fingers of both hands now, gently stroking all of. I doubt that she weighed a hundred pounds, and she wasn't much over five feet tall, but she was prime with curves in all the right places, and she walked and stood like she knew what she had, what she looked like. Slim hips, great ass and cute little boobs that jiggled when she ran and, best of all, a nice soft belly for me to bounce on.I found out who she was, a visitor with the Jones family, and by the time I did she had accumulated a bunch of drooling imbecile boys who were crowding around.