"Fucking fursuits. A waste of my damn time." Are you saying fursuiters are stupid?" Aerie asked dangerously. "There are at least fifteen thousand furr...ies here. Fifteen thousand sensitive furries who will react badly to any perceived 'fursecution' from 'mundanes'. Do try to avoid starting a riot here." I can take of myself," Sammy said, still sulking."I'm worried about that baboon fursuit you're wearing. I paid over three hundred Imperials for that thing!" Aerie snapped. She snuck a hand behind. We just sprawled out over the bed as we were&hellip,him with his hard erection, and me with my cami still pulled down, exposing my breasts. Are you okay with this? he asked sincerely. Why wouldnt I be? I replied. He shrugged, just making sure, and he smiled, placing his arms on either side of my shoulders and leaning down for a much softer kiss. It was the kind of kiss that could make a girl fall to pieces, the kind that was long and promising, the kind that plainly said I love you. I wrapped. She swallowed some cum, but most of it splattered all over her face. After John finished, I asked the bartender to lock the front door and bring a towel. He moved like lightening to comply.I told Moni to get up, after wiping her face. I told her to take my cock out of my pants and to stroke it gently, as it was already hard as a rock. I invited all the other men over telling them my wife was going to suck their cocks while she sat on my cock. I sat back down on the booth. Then I turned her ass. Glossy red polish adorned my fingers and toes. Driving to therestaurant, I contrasted Stanley's masculine dark slacks and sturdy shoeswith my own delicate ankles and heels. I saw familiar storefronts andsights go by in the windshield as we drove along. They looked the same,but I was seeing them through different eyes. Prettier eyes, to be sure,but a lot more than that. Calmer. Somehow more peaceful, but excited atthe same time. It wasn't the sights that were changing; it was me.We got to.