From her home permanent on her short hair, to the housedress, to the frilly apron she had on, she was all mom. "Oh, Krysti!" She held out her arms. "M... baby's come back home!"Jean's embrace practically lifted Krysti into the house. Inside, it had been transformed as well. The sparse, functional furniture had been replaced with antiques. The tables and bookshelves were crammed with silver-framed pictures. Pictures of Krysti."Mommy's so happy to see her baby!" Jean cried, engulfing Krysti in her. ‘Give me a few minutes!’ I slammed the bathroom door and locked it. There was no way I was letting him see me with my hair like this. No way in hell. I stripped off the nightgown and climbed into the shower. The hot water slowly brought me back to life. I saved my hair for last and gave it a good washing. Shutting off the water, I dried it as well as possible and wrapped a towel around it. When I dried my body, I found it still reactive and sensitive. I smiled wryly. Stepping out of the. Several pet doors had been installed for the use of the two Golden Retrievers George and Gracie, the Norfolk Terrier Cuddles, and the Great Dane Hercules. A unique system of climbing posts and through the wall tubes allowed the cats to climb up the posts and cross through the tubes from room to room and floor to floor. The Siamese cats Cheech and Chong seemed to rarely touch the floor preferring the aerial highway that had been created for their use while Ying and Yang, the two Egyptian Maus,. Gently she cleansed me of her juices with her soft tongue, licking all sides of my penis and then my bulging head. Once thoroughly clean, she cupped the base of my balls with one hand while I slid my prick all the way to the back of her throat. She took me in and out, allowing me to slowly fuck her mouth while I held her head just behind her ears, directing the penetration. She grabbed my shaft with her hand and began to pump my dick harder, until I could feel it throbbing and pulsing in her.