.. no,” I sputtered.“Didn’t think so,” she said quickly and then suddenly plunged her staff into Kitty One’s side.Both kitties stopped purri...ng and screamed out together.“That’s what’s so fun about twins,” Harley– Margi– said with a laugh, “they each feel what the other feels. It’s twice as much fun.”“What have I told you about tormenting the kitties?” Dianne said sternly.“Sorry, Mistress,” Margi said, bowing in an almost curtsey. “I was only trying to break the tension. Precious seems to be a. ’ There were at least two score of Marines and sailors in dress blues and whites, Army officers and NCOs in Class A’s and dress blues, and even some Air Force officers in their dress uniforms entering the. Hall with their wives and dates. ‘What’s wrong with that, Geoff?’ asked Amy, puzzled. ‘You remember how I said I didn’t want anyone making a big deal about this?’ he asked, indicating the medal around his neck. His craggy old face was grim. ‘Uh-huh…’ ‘Well, Johnsty’s going to make a big. “Ah, that’s why I came, I got this itch see and I wants it scratched,” she explained, “Deep inside of me where fingers can’t reach.”“So?” I queried.“So itch it with your big cock,” she said, “Its your fault I got it, seems to me its up to you to fix it.”“You impertinent little slut,” I snapped.She lofted her smock over head, “My titties need some attention,” she explained, “You never even kissed them earlier, they needs a good suck to get me wet and then we can fuck and sort out me itch.”“I was. Then they heard of the cobbler who was found brutally mangled and the child torn to pieces. Dieter returned later the next afternoon, blood dripping from his maw. Hilda shot him with her fathers’ hunting rifle. Poor Dieter. Since then a steady stream of recently deceased dogs had been supplied through a contact at the local shelter. For safety’s sake they were not allowed to roam free but caged and monitored. Alas for every modification Hilda made to her serum none had turned out any.