Fellucia Blow Reigns Supreme

Tom stood there, disheveled, not sure quite what to do next, with there being no chair here in the bedroom. He held onto her rear hip erogenous zones, gripped, teasing his fingers into her fur and skin, which she liked and slowly stroked in and out…. Light was still streaming through the window, he went to look, the sea was blue, light clouds streaking across the sky and down on the grass in front of the cottage was Sarah. Lying sleeping on the grass, just as he had seen her this morning, soaking up the sun, breathing slowly, he watched her for ages through the net curtains, watching each breath, her fur ruffle in the breeze and then her one rear legs, slightly tamp the grass, in a sleep driven twitch – just as she did during sex.