"Scott, don't do anything stupid. Come back to me, please!" Kirsty cried as she realised what was afoot."Don't fret princess, get yourself to the hidi...ng place we prepared, I will be able to function better knowing you're safe."I ran down towards the bay, pleased to see the islanders performing their allotted tasks as we had planned. I had begun to wear a kilt in the last week, my jeans somewhat the worse for wear and I shrugged my plaid off of my shoulder to free myself of any possible. Tom eased them gently down and watched in amazement as Belinda laid back, holding her crumpled dress clear so he got a good view, before opening her legs wide. At their extreme separation, Tom saw the fleshy lips gaping through the black luxuriance between her legs, and knelt down to reach them. He slid his fingers between them, and watched amazed as they unfurled at his touch.'Do you like what you see?' asked Belinda.Tom glanced quickly at her face, then back to her groin. 'Aye, ' he said, 'I. She smiled at me.“Fingering my cunt.” she acknowledged. “And I hear him say he’d often wondered what it would be like to have a man up his arse.”“And what did Shelley say?”“She said, and I quote. ‘I’d love to see some big pricked man fucking your arsehole and making you his whore.’ and she started to cum.”“Shelley said that?” I asked in disbelief. “Little ‘butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth’ Shelley.”“Butter’s the only thing that wouldn’t melt. She’s a little whore on the quiet.”“Never!”“You. They agreed that it was fitting, if somewhat regrettable, to make hera furry hybrid. David suggested a prairie dog hybrid, and Angel foundthat she could do it. Down to the short, black tipped tail. Theyquickly refined the plan, with Penny predicting that suicide wouldnot be a problem as long as they left her the ability to speak. The time came and, with a final check on the status of Dr. Miller,Angel and Robin went to do the deed. The girl had the look of a mousefacing a snake as the image.