Oh, the occasional flurry of leave; then a return to the prudence of widowhood. I missed Ronald; but I was lonely and fed up to be honest.”She pause...d with a look of wry bitterness. “Or to speak plainly Margo. I became sex-starved.” Iris looks at me boldly,” Tell me Margo, has life deprived you of sex?”I put down my glass; surprised at her candour. Yet suddenly I felt activated. “Why Dammit Iris, Yes It has!” I declared wryly, “ I’ve been starved of sex! Why I even get envious if I see dogs at. When she wakes up, something about her feels different. Roxanne doesn’t know what that is right off the bat. Maybe she is feeling happier, more buoyant and incredibly aroused. She reaches her hands down and feels the soft fabric against her firm curves, the warmth of her skin and... What the hell is that? Roxanne’s eyes fly open. She has a big, fluffy tail! Instantly she is freaked out. Her hand goes to her head and there she feels something else. Ears! “What the fuck is going on... ?” she. He fucks her for several minutes while I watch her tits bounce and her ass quiver through those little shorts, and I swear I see her pushing her ass out toward him as if she likes it. When Jim gets to grunting with every stroke I know he's near and sure enough soon he's groaning loudly and slamming into that cunt and finally pumps his cum into her.When he pulls out and wipes off of her shorts, I see his cum dripping down her right leg and Jim tells her that was for getting her car fixed so fast. " My bottom flatulates as she exits. "Oh maybe too much fucking for today". I turn round and apologise. "Dont worry, that cant stop me". She exits the shower. I watch her dry off and leave.The rest of the day we continued to fuck every hour or so. The patriarchy rebellion was put down and I could go home the next morning. It was quite sad for the two of us. She said she loved me and that we may continue this when we can. But we havent. Shes now pregnant with what I suspect is my child. I'm not.