Don’s eyes zoomed in on a man at the front of the bus. He was lost inside a huge black shirt, and he carried a backpack. Don wondered if the backpac...k was filled with weed or books for a biology class at the local community college, or both, or something else. Next, Don turned his attention to a woman with very short, frizzy hair that curled around her face. She wore a colorful button up shirt and carried a big, plain purse. Her mouth, which was not a frown, but definitely not a smile, had a. He camped by the river and slept close to the fire he'd built on the bank. Once again he'd wet the shafts and wrapped then to lie in the mud. He felt each shaft before wrapping, testing to make sure that it still was flexible and easy to bend. He rose up with the sun and retrieved the shafts from their bed of mud. This time he soaked each wrapped bundle and put it into the quiver, knowing that he'd deliver them by midday to Stick's lodge. He walked back to his village, content that he'd made. Her juices are leaking out all over his face while he licks and sucks away like a madman. The scent of her arousal overpowers him and he grips her ass in his hands and forces his tongue yet deeper inside his daughter.The catgirl cannot take much more. Her ear are pressed back, her tail whip around madly. Then with a pinch of her nipples, she howls her way to another powerful orgasm, flooding her father’s mouth with her juices. While her orgasm still rakes through her, Candace pulls her father. " What have you done?" We have both sinned ... against God and one another."She frowned in confusion for a second before her face shifted. "Oh." She was silent for a moment. "Who?"Sigvard thought. Their infidelity was a symptom of something ... But maybe it did not have to be a disease ... Maybe it could be something good? He decided to put all the cards on the table."Sara!" he called.Maja turned confusedly towards the door when the young maid cautiously stepped in and curtsied. "Yes, sir?"With.