"I like the name Gretchen. A lot."She spun around and knelt on the table again. This time she was facing directly away from me. Her ass stared me in t...e face. Her fingers returned to the cloth triangle and she squeezed it together. A quarter inch separated her asshole from my vision. Between her knees I could see her tits hanging down and beyond that her face, smiling at me through the tunnel created by her thighs. It was a picture worth of the Louvre. Her finger twiddled on the surface of the. Ahead you see a small child, barefoot, wearing shorts and a torn shirt, playing in the snow. You move quickly to the child, pulling a package out of the bag, handing it to him. You smile as you watch him open the brand new set of clothes and pair of shoes. You are so pleased with yourself, you hardly notice the way he looks at you as you turn to walk away. Further down the street you find a pair of girls playing jump rope, talking softly to each other, looking around as if afraid of being. The lizardman drove me wild with that hot tongue of his. He stroked it around in me. My eyes squeezed shut. I loved the way he danced about in me. I trembled, the heat swelling and swelling in me. I hurtled toward that amazing climax.His tongue tickled my cervix again before pulling back. His reptilian lips massaged my cuntlips. I loved the feel of his scales on my twat. His tongue was so nimble. He hardly filled me up, but he knew how to touch me.How to pleasure me.“Nazak!” I moaned. “Las’s. Eleanor had gathered that Julie had ceased her education at an early age. Very well then, she would offer to provide a sound post-compulsory education for the Hawthorne’s daughter, possibly a college course in business management or something. Julie seemed to have talents in that respect and it would be a mutually beneficial talent for her to acquire for all concerned. Julie’s potential acumen in the retail trade alone could ultimately repay the investment and then, with a possible marriage.