"A plant?" Luana looked at doubtfully. "But it moved." I' is a plan'," Rowlf agreed. "Tas'e like plan', smell like plan'. Tas'e good for food."Phil lo...oked doubtfully at the still twitching tentacle. It was a translucent white, threaded with bluish fibers and studded with branching fingers or rootlets. It could have been plant, animal, or anything else. Touching a finger to where clear juice leaked out of a ragged gash, he tasted it cautiously."Hey, that does taste pretty good." He licked his. My wife was standing still. Her hands were on her side. She was not making any move to restrict tailor’s movement on her body . She was looking at his movement over her lusty body. It seems she is enjoying it. I also did not intervene nor tried to stop him. In fact I was enjoying my wife being fondled by that tailor. It was not difficult to imagine what is coming next. I was motion less. After about 10 minutes of fondling her cunt and breast he pulled his hands away and within seconds he. "I never did what to you?" When you and my daddy and Dylan and me were playing last weekend," she replied. "You never did it to me." My mind raced to the wild night the four of us had just a week ago. I had certainly not forgotten, but the busyness of the week had prevented much more than late night thoughts about what had happened. I had done a lot of things ... a few I never expected, with people I never expected to do them with. This included making love to my own daughter. I did things with. I almost didn't recognize him andhonestly probably wouldn't have if he wasn't my own father. He was wearinga stereotypical french maid dress that was shorter than any dress I hadever seen a woman wear, the hem resting high on his thighs. His hairlesslegs were covered by black fishnet stockings, on the top of which you couldsee shiny silver clips hiding under his skirt. On his feet were a pair ofhigh heels, I'd say 5 or 6 inches at least, which had little padlocksholding them on around the.