. bear fruit, then what will our offspring look like? What will they ... be?”“Worry not, Iden,” Isabelle replied. Her head was so near now that ...he could reach out and touch her scaly cheek, her eyes as large as his fist. They were stunning up close, like fire opals polished smooth, an ethereal glow emanating from somewhere beyond her reptilian pupils. She had eyelashes, he realized, although her eyelids were covered in fine scales. “Not only would our children be healthy, but they would also be. I feel the big mushroom- beautifully sculpted- black head, wet and slippery, rubbing against my tiny, tender and pink tight (well, small butt-plugs and few dildos- not necessarily my own dildos- don't count) asshole. Bottom Bull’s rough strong hand on my shoulder, the other holding me by the waist. Bottom Bull’s hand slips and rubs my white ass cheek. It quickly, yet tenderly, runs through my ass crack. I can feel his finger slipping into my asshole, only for a split of a second. It reminds me. Sparks were flying. It was turning out to be a great date. After paying the waitress, I excused myself to use the restroom. After washing my hands, I then noticed Paul standing in the doorframe, and in two steps, we were kissing, running hands over each other. He picked me up and plopped me on the counter. I wrapped my legs around him to pull him closer.As I started to run my hands up his T-shirt, the door opened. It was our waitress. She gave us a knowing smile and gently reminded us it was a. "Kojak." Mom occasionally struggled to stay upright but she didn't whimper once. I returned to the living room."Is the prisoner hungry?"To her credit, Mom simply nodded. I slipped a slice of orange into her mouth and then a slice of apple. Before she finished it, I pushed another into her mouth. When she exhibited difficulty swallowing, I put my hand on her throat and stroked it. "Is that difficult?"Mom nodded.I put another slice of apple into her mouth and massaged her throat as she chewed..