I kept my eyes forward, trying to keep an expression off my face while meeting the eyes of Mr. Shaver’s young son. He looked both embarrassed and a...roused, his cheeks flushing and hair starting to cling damply to his forehead.“Have you ever touched a pussy, Travis?” Mr. Shaver asked his son while absently moving to probe my cunt with his fingertips. He didn’t enter me, just scraped his well-manicured fingers back and forth across the smoothly waxed lips, spreading the moisture I was helpless. "You're a hero."Kris turned back to Lulu. "Come on," he said. "Like you said, we have things to talk about."Initially, it wasn't much fun. He hadn't spent much time thinking about how Lulu would feel about his actions. He soon recognized the fact that he'd only been thinking of himself, for the most part, and had only thought about her in very abstract terms.She disabused him of the abstraction of his actions very quickly.She told him about how worried she'd been, initially, and then how. My second friend – I couldn’t just rid of Tut, what an awful person that would make me, I could never let an animal get hurt, or anyone – would curl asleep on my belly and was so light he rose and sank as I breathed. We ate berries and I gave him little doggie chocolate treats the size of his tiny mouth that he gobbled up, and would then yip up and bounce around the room. He made me giggle and smile, and blush and knot back my hair behind my ear. I knew I’d bought two males, and I didn’t really. I heard the wolf-whistle again and remembered that the mechanic in the pit was right behind me as well. That was at least two of them that were getting a great view of my ass and pussy. The juices were flowing again. When I stood up, my mechanic had a big grin on his face, but very professionally told me that I could wait until the job was done in the waiting room at the end of the workshop. I thanked him and walked towards the waiting room. As I was walking along the side of the workshop I.