With each smack, Babs' perky bunny tail twitched, and she gave a little squeak.<br/><br/>"I don't see no grandma here!" she gasped between spanks. When he licked her, she asked, "Do I taste good?"<br/><br/>He was close enough when he licked her to smell the musky scent of her arousal, and see the visible signs of it.<br/><br/>Let up from his lap, she slinked round to the bottom end of the bed, facing him, and leaned over so her top half was resting on it, elbows on her fallen cloak, and head cupped in her hands. Her rear half and legs stood up against the foot board of the bed, rump exposed and tail moving like a battle flag with each breath.<br/><br/>She looked up the bed at the sitting wolf, silly smirk on her face. "Well, before you get to eat your rabbit, you have to catch it, and that means going down a rabbit hole. Do you want your big bad wolf to go down my rabbit hole?"