She served his supper to him, feeding him the last portion as she sat on his lap, then led her contented husband into the living room.With Schumann's ...second symphony playing on the stereo, Jonathan smoked one of his Cuban cigars as Brenda sat on the floor at his feet and read to him from that morning's newspaper. After about an hour, Jon announced that he was ready for bed.Friday nights were the one night they tended not to make love, since Jonathan was so exhausted from his week; besides, he. “Mistress, please don’t tell me you brought another one of those otaku fuckers.”The human held up his hands defensively. “No, no, no! I enjoy anime but I’m far from an otaku! No figurines, no waifu pillows, I swear!”Her eyes narrowed, “I’m disturbed that you know what those things are.”“Those guys get plenty of harassment online. If you are even remotely familiar with the anime culture you will at least have heard of them.”The cat girl’s expression went from suspicious to appraising, “I suppose. As Lori continued to spank, Lexie continued to gush and spray, and some of her sweet juices ended up splashing on Tracie's unsuspecting face. Lori looked at Tracie to see her reaction and could tell that her hot little neighbor was enjoying herself."Oh my God!" Tracie exclaimed, "I've never experienced anything like this in my life! God her cum tastes so sweet!"Lori gave Tracie a wicked grin. "She tastes even better when you drink from the source. Why don't you see if licking her will produce. The daughter steals your heart the first time you hold her in your arms as a newborn. They are females, but not women. You know that they are women because you can see them mature, from flat-chested, flat-assed little girls to young women, where the hips start to swell, the butts bubble, and two lumps begin pushing at the fabric of their shirts, but still they are just - - daughters.My relationship with my daughter was just like that. I knew she was a young woman, twelve years old. I saw her.