The two females who had made his fur suit were sitting at a table that had been pushed up against one of the walls. It would have been gloomy so far f...rom the fire pits, but they had some kind of metal lamp in which a familiar, bright flame burned. It must be fueled by the same animal fat that they used for the pits. This was another item that Schaffer was certain they could not have made themselves, where would these simple people obtain the shaped glass that shielded the flame? They certainly. Slowly, he moved to inner things and asked Sonia to spread her legs. Sonia, though shy, spread her legs and Frank started massaging her inner thighs, slowly moving towards her hairless pussy.With each movement of Frank, Sonia was trembling with excitement and her pussy was becoming more wet. Finally, Frank took some oil in his hands and applied it gently on her pussy lips, a moan escaped from Sonia.Frank kept on massaging her pussy lips for sometimes and Sonia started moaning loudly,. He'd also have to be a lot of things that, alas, my Dave was not: Urbane. Cultured. Sophisticated.Was my father a snob? I hadn't gone through life constantly regarding him as a snob. He wasn't the kind of snob that is depicted in the movies -- the slightly ridiculous pompous ass with his nose in the air, sniffing at some poor inferior being; showering supposedly lesser men with distain.No, my father wasn't that kind of caricature of a snob. He would be far more subtle.Didn't matter. I knew,. While she cried, she sobbed out her problem. It came out haltingly, in bits and pieces, but when I had them all assembled in the right order, it made a picture that turned my stomach.Dina's father had died in a construction site accident several months ago. I remembered hearing about it at the time. The poor man had been buried alive when a trench he was working in caved in on top of him. Despite heroic efforts by his co-workers and the paramedics, he died before they got him to the.