Then I heard a carpulling up in front of the house.That must be Ann I thought happy but at the same time afraid. Who know'swhat she has bought? She ha...d been gone for quite some time. I heard thedoor opened and tried to sneak around the couch to take a look at her,something was strange. From the sound of her footsteps she wasn't alone.Could it be, of course it must be father. That is the reason why she islate, she must have picked him up after the evening service had ended.Deciding that my plan. "UmHm!" said Portia's guide, drawing the attention of all the bakers. "Marla, this 'priestess' claims to be your cousin and seeks lodging with us for the night. Since she's your kinswoman, I thought you should be the one to tell Mistress Palonia."Four pairs of eyes seized upon the scarlet sash about Portia's hips and then three pairs went to the honey-haired vestal. Marla's eyes went to her feet and she blushed and generally acted like she needed to pee."I... I never expected to see you here,. Her dress code for the job was a dress / skirt, pantyhose and dress flats. So one evening after coming in from work he picked off her shoes and asked me to rub her feet. I love her legs in nylon , at five foot four and a hundred pounds her legs are one hundred percent sexy. As I rubbed her feet she sipped a cold beer. After her second one my rubbing had moved up her legs to her knees. She allowed her legs to fall apart and I could easily see the cotton crotch of the Legg's coffee colored. Her tunic was much the same: sullied and ripped, covered in long slashes from the wolf’s claws that exposed her small round breasts. Already the shift had been pushed up over her hips, exposing her mound: milk-pale skin, with a light dusting of hairs, and uniformly pink lips that pushed out of her slit like a budding flower.The Wolf dragged one claw heavily down the front of Red’s tunic, from neck to groin. Then lazily he swiped at it, clawing until the cloth fell away in shreds and left deep.