“Why do I like looking at Freydis’s butt?” I asked Mom, holding her hand in one of mine, and Aunt Lucilla’s in the other. Ahead of us, Freydis adjusted her fetish wings foot fetish so that they concealed the leather-clad backside I had been admiring. “Oh, damnit Sparkles!” Aunt Lucilla laughed, “You spoiled the show for all of us!” “The Good Mother has blessed you with both male and female gifts.” Mom explained, a slight frown on her face, “Your male side wants you to have sex with a female, and Freydis is a very attractive woman.” “Thank you, Your indian Holiness.” Freydis said quietly ahead of us, Brunette not turning around. Mom’s frown deepened. “How many times do I have to tell you, Freydis?” Mom said, “Call me ‘Julia.’” “I’m sorry… Julia.” Freydis said, seeming to struggle with the name. “But what is it about her butt that I like?” I asked, my question still unanswered. “It’s thick and juicy,” Aunt Lucilla sniggered as Freydis straightened her posture, uncomfortable with our analysis, “and you want to know what it would feel like pressed against your crotch.” “Bound One, please,” Freydis said, scowling from behind her shoulder, “do not make me an object of desire. It discomforts me.” “Sorry Freydis,” Aunt Lucilla called, though it didn’t sound like she was, “the forbidden fruit is always the most tempting, and you look so ripe from this angle.” “Lucilla, stop!” Mom Lesbian giggled as Freydis’s cheeks turned scarlet. “If it’s my male side that likes looking at Freydis’s butt,” I said, inclining my head in confusion, “then why do you like looking at it, Aunt Lucilla? You don’t have a penis.” “Neither did your mom, before Passion changed her,” Lucilla smirked over me to Mom, “but she was a muff-diver just the same. It’s probably why she chose to join a convent in the first place.” I was on top of all of my classes so homework wasn’t an issue, and I actually enjoyed my classes and teachers. Though during public rituals Kathleen is able to flip the coin and become a proper whimpering terrified slave bitch. "No, not yet. She pulled me into the room as the vibe started to purr. We decamped and retreated and were now standing alone on the far side of the bar, looking across the ring of counter and out onto the street. A few strokes and I shot my load across his chest. “You look cuter in skirts.” Actually, it was mostly men, and the women weren’t exactly lookers, but that was no surprise. She'd find out soon enough. The losers (who had been led away to the barn) were the led out of the barn (minus their carts and their bits) by their reins. After that, Brunette she would bring more revealing clothes whenever we traveled, as long as there was no chance that we'd run into someone we knew, as she was still very prim and proper. The two girls were still hot and eager for sex. “I’ll Jingle Jangle with you anytime,” Zach said. As she was disappearing through the bathroom doorway, I asked her to not cleanse her pussy a lot, because I like the taste and smell of a woman’s pussy. After 10 minutes on that Jon had to stop me as foot fetish I was in a bit of a sexual trance and was Lesbian in danger of cumming and screaming out. Her voice was that of a babe’s, her mutterings were babble, but she still understood what was happening to her. Instead, she held me in her mouth, letting me calm myself down. I reach out to them and shake each of their hands. "I remember..." he said, pausing to lick his own lips, "that you don't like to be teased. I will tell you what they did and how it affected them but I’m not going into much detail. Not him! Even if at a glance it was not obvious, it only took a second for anyone to understand indian the message. What happed?" pressed their mother. She complied and then the men let the pig go. And by the porch light coming in through the window it looked like they were drinking a beer. His cum tasted so much sweeter than mine. fetish Pavel looked on coldly, but his fingers clawed at Natalya’s arse and dug into her flesh fiercely while she struggled to control her traitorous body without tensing.