I said she was not, I just never really talked about this so openly. She asked me if I ever thought about doing anything like what she does and I said... I had not. She told me that she would love to take me under her wing and teach me the ways of her life. I didn't really know what to say, so I kind of smiled and laughed it off, but she reached over and brushed my dark hair away from my face and told me how pretty I was. Her fingers trailed down from my hair, lightly touching my neck, brushing. MONCHY SIR, 7, GIVE ME YOUR HANDS SWEETIE, but Munchy plays harder with my slut hole which makes me let go of Honey’s hands, 8, JUMP AND GRAB MY HANDS SWEETIE, 9, Honeybee yells, OOH FUCK, OOH FUCK, OOH FUCK, and falls hard slamming on Monchy’s big fat cock again and as he slides back down, he feels Monchy’s cock going in and out, Honey moans some more, OOH YES, OOH YES, OOH MR. MONCHY SIR, AHÍ, AHÍ, AHÍ, AHÍ, YOU FEEL SO GOOD IN ME, WOW, WOW, WOW, AHÍ, AHÍ, AHÍ, so he just stays there taking. She walked into a stunning wood-floored living room, morphing slowly into a gorgeous kitchen, exposed brick on one side, a floor-to-ceiling window on the other. A record player sat on a table beside a couch before a coffee table. An old Fleetwood Mac album danced around the room.“Thank you, Sir! It’s beautiful.”“This is for you, my slut. And so is this,” Jack said, handing her an envelope. I’ll let you read it on your own. Settle in. Tomorrow is another big day.” And, with that, He saw himself. As he moved down her body, he was again transfixed by another of her exaggerated features, her hefty tail. That was another trait that males of his species found appealing, and it went without saying that hers was impressive.When his sketching was done, he moved onto the detailing, trying to capture her every scale and scute. He embellished the bushes and trees a little, making them more vibrant, adding more flowers until she was practically lying on a carpet of petals.At last, it was time to.