Sean glared at him, then turned to me. "Two days ago, Yanny calls me and tells me 'e doesn't want to see me anymore." I hadn't noticed it before, but ...Sean had a faintly British accent. "I asked 'im why and 'e just said 'e'd changed 'is mind. I asked if it was someone else and 'e 'ung up on me. Then 'e blocked my mobile number." He whirled back on Yann. "There! Now, who is it?" John." Yann said simply."John who?" Sean asked. Then he looked at me again and, apparently noticed the similarities in. " Sandy looked at them and said "Me now?" "You better believe it! said Lorlei. " I can't wait to see your vagina explode like mine did."Sandy swapped places with Lorlei and opened her legs, knees up just like she was born to it. I loved Sandy's vagina. It was small and smooth and wet. It just glistened and the soft red hairs leading up from it provided the perfect womanly accent. Her nipples were erect and she began fondling her own tits. Lorlei swapped places with Jane and kneeled between. He almost looks a little better with some meat on his bones, she considered. The ultra-thin look isn’t so important for models anymore, besides. Guess I can understand what Wendy saw in him... Greta swallowed the final bite of mince pie in her mouth. Her tummy rumbled, still unsatisfied.What was it Wendy said to him outside? That he looked good enough to EAT... ?Maybe it was just her pent-up hunger, or the cannibal-themed art on the wall, or Wendy’s words echoing in her head... “I could just. His eyes looked at the ground as his paws did their best to cover his sheath and balls as he paced back. His broad furred back hunched to try to hide more of his assets but it was futile as his balls jostled against his legs. He hesitantly approached the door, unable to make eye-contact with the family. The money, probably intended as a tip was scattered all over the entrance step. Taylor slowly crouched down to gather it, his hands reluctantly moved away from his nether region. His sheath and.