This is getting beyond my wildest of dreams .. all these things happening right in front of me .. I am watching; I am not allowed to participate .. Th...ings were heating up between mami and Sarita while I was watching with a big tent between my legs. They both seemed to have forgotten me especially Sarita with her closed eyes and the heavenly feeling as her breast was being caressed by Lata. In fact it was Lata who first came out of the trance which seemed to last forever. Lata realsied that I. If you hadn’t had that hanging over your head, you wouldn’t have done what you did last Summer or in January. At least that’s the way I see it.”“Does this change anything between us?” Joyce asked.“No,” I said. “I don’t think it does. Well, that’s not quite true — we probably can’t have Kara with us for our dinners, but a week from Friday, I’ll ask you.”Joyce’s face lit up with a huge smile.“Ask her what?” Stephanie wanted to know.Both Joyce and Bethany laughed.“Oh! Never mind,” Stephanie said.. ” Her soul shivered in our shared vessel. “Well, you could lick us. I’m just along for the ride.”I smiled and moved closer. I leaned my wicker muzzle down and lapped my leafy tongue across her pussy, gathering her honey musk. It was so naughty. Another difference between the feyhound vessel and others is that I had my sense of taste. I could feel and see and hear in my vessels, but never taste.And she tasted good.Ooh, that’s wicked, she moaned. I felt that. Distantly. Ooh, lick me again.My. True to her word, Mrs. M sported a toes-to-hip plaster cast on her right leg. My autograph, which read "Get well soon! From your twin, Adam" seemed to brighten her day.The Morrisons both said they wouldn't be able to stay long. Mrs. M claimed she didn't want to be in the way in the wheelchair with her leg sticking out, and Mr. M just looked worn out. It must have been rough on him, taking care of Mrs. M's every need while she was off her feet. Just getting her across the street for the party,.