The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)
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				Title: <strong>The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 21:57:54</strong>
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				Melissa wakes the morning of her eighteenth birthday to the sound of gentle rain outside.&nbsp; Under the covers of her dark walnut four poster bed, she stretches with a large yawn, wriggling in the cozy nest of blankets and sheets and pillows, all in shades of blue.&nbsp; Pushing the bedding to one side, she foregoes the steps leading up to the high bed and slides down to the floor, bare feet sinking into lush white carpet.&nbsp; Standing five feet tall, she stretches once more, back arching as she squeaks and raises her arms high over her head.<br><br>As she crosses to the bathroom, she pulls her knee-length pink cotton nightie over her head, depositing it in the hamper by the door.&nbsp; Placing a hand on the doorjamb, she steps out of her matching panties and disposes of them similarly.&nbsp; Naked, she steps into the bathroom also decorated in shades of blue and white, silver fixtures gleaming.&nbsp; She pays no attention to her reflection in the many full-length mirrors, not taking in her mahogany hair, wide blue eyes in a heart shaped face, nor creamy pale skin stretched over a soft, round body.<br><br>After tucking her masses of hair into a cap, she reaches into the large shower to turn on the water, washing quickly before drying off with a soft towel and pulling on an even softer robe.&nbsp; Quickly brushing her teeth, Melissa pulls off her shower cap, finger combing her soft, long curls.&nbsp; Picking up her discarded towel, she returns to her bedroom and the hamper.&nbsp; Free of the towel, she dresses with care, selecting a blue skirt and white sweater to wear on her special day with her daddy.<br><br>Skipping out the door in stockinged feet, Melissa nearly trips over the small box just outside the hallway.&nbsp; Smiling in delight, she bends to pick it up, slipping the silver bow off the blue box and opening it.&nbsp; The tiny silver charm is not a surprise, every occasion in her life has been commemorated by a new charm for the bracelet on her wrist.&nbsp; She frowns as she fingers the little animal face inside...it isn't a dog or a cat, what kind of animal is this?<br><br>Hoping to learn more, she opens the envelope beneath the box, finding a card from her father inside.<br><br><div align="center"><em>Shy-baby,<br>Happy Birthday Sweetheart.<br>I'm so sorry that business has called me out of the country on your special day,<br>I'm not sure how long I'll be gone.&nbsp; In the meantime, <br>there's a special present waiting for you downstairs.<br>Love, Daddy</em></div><br>The smile falls from her face, and with a heavy heart she slowly walks downstairs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 22:08:25</strong>
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				There she finds something quite unexpected--a short, slight, humanoid Skunk in the dining room, clad only in a pair of baby blue gym shorts, perched on a chair.&nbsp; He's short enough that he can kick his feet idly under the table while he sips his orange juice...and as soon as she enters earshot, he turns large, soulful, brown eyes to regard her soberly.<br><br>The collar, complete with tiny, tinkling, license tag, is almost unnecessary.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 22:55:27</strong>
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				Melissa stops as she catches sight of the Skunk, taking a moment to connect the odd charm and her promised present to the creature sitting at the table.<br><br>"Hello..." she says softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 02:17:21</strong>
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				The Skunk-boy dips his eyes demurely.<br><br>"H-hello," he answers her, glancing shyly at her through his bangs.&nbsp; "You must be my new owner."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 02:39:18</strong>
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				Melissa moves cautiously into the dining room.&nbsp; "Then I guess that makes you my birthday present."<br><br>The girl reaches to touch his fur, but pulls back half-way.&nbsp; Although she vaguely remembers hearing her father talking with someone about animal-human hybrids as the next big thing in pets, but hadn't really thought about having a pet that could talk and think for itself.&nbsp; It seemed almost wrong to just touch him without asking.<br><br>Taking a seat beside him, she noticed that he only had orange juice in front of him.&nbsp; "Have you eaten breakfast yet?&nbsp; I'm Melissa, what is your name?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 02:46:18</strong>
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				"Danny," he whispered, glancing at her shyly.&nbsp; "And thank you, but I have already eaten."<br><br>As she sits, he slides out of his chair and kneels beside her, placing his head in her lap like a dog or a small child might.&nbsp; He's warm, and his fur is soft.<br><br>"I will be a good pet," he says quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 02:55:24</strong>
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				She jumps as he settles beside her, automatically sliding her hands into the fur on his head, testing its texture.<br><br>"Well Danny," Melissa looks up as one of the maids bustles in with a tray of her favorite breakfast.&nbsp; "Thank you Lucy, please tell Sandra that she's outdone herself."<br><br>"Yes Miss Melissa," the maid nods and exits.&nbsp; "Happy Birthday."<br><br>Turning to survey the fruit salad and thick golden french toast before her, Melissa continues, "Danny, after I've eaten my breakfast, we'll go upstairs and get to know each other, alright?&nbsp; In the meantime, although you're certainly welcome where you are, I want you to make yourself comfortable."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 02:58:07</strong>
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				He nods, snuggling into her lap a little more.<br><br>"Okay."<br><br>With one hand, he strokes her calf absently, waiting...waiting for her to finish.&nbsp; Closing his eyes, he licks his muzzle nervously and tries to keep as still as he can.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 03:05:53</strong>
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				Melissa eats at a leisurely pace, enjoying the excellent food and Danny's warmth.&nbsp; Several times, she finds herself reaching down to stroke his head in time with his hand on her leg.<br><br>Setting down her fork, she looks down at the Skunk kneeling beside her, laughing gently.&nbsp; "Well, I have to admit Danny, every time I've begged my father for a pet, I've pictured something small, like a kitten; something I could pick up and carry!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 03:12:13</strong>
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				His dark eyes return her gaze, a smile playing on his lips.<br><br>"I am not <em>that</em> heavy," he says quietly, trying to hide the way his eyes linger on her breasts.&nbsp; "But perhaps you prefer that I walk on my own?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 03:26:43</strong>
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				"I think that would be best.&nbsp; I'm sure you're the perfect size for yourself, but...you aren't a kitten."<br><br>Lightly grasping his arm, she urged him up, rising to stand beside him.&nbsp; "Let's go up to my room and talk a bit, shall we?"<br><br>Expecting his compliance, she leads the way upstairs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 03:41:21</strong>
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				He grins and follows obediently, trying not to brush against her more than he must.<br><br>"True.&nbsp; I'm a Skunk, not a Cat.&nbsp; And yes, I'm descented and domesticated."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 03:47:05</strong>
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				"Oh!&nbsp; Well, that's...good?"<br><br>She opens the door to her bedroom, ushering him inside.&nbsp; The bed has been made during breakfast.<br><br>"You've probably caught on to the fact that I'm not an experienced...owner.&nbsp; So please, if you need something, or I say or do something wrong, let me know."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 03:49:36</strong>
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				Danny tilts his head curiously.<br><br>"Oh?&nbsp; You mean you've never had a pet before?&nbsp; Or...uhm...you've never had..."<br><br>He gestures to himself.<br><br>"A 'Pet'."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 03:56:08</strong>
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				"Neither, I'm afraid.&nbsp; Have you belonged to anyone else before?&nbsp; Did my Daddy buy you from a shop, or a breeder, or...I don't know."<br><br>Moving to a corner of the room, she settles on a sofa facing a television.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 04:01:58</strong>
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				Danny stifles a gentle laugh behind one hand.<br><br>"A shop.&nbsp; He's pretty smart--a breeder might charge three, four times as much."<br><br>He follows her, kneeling again and putting his head back in her lap.<br><br>"I don't think he read the paperwork completely, though."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 04:05:18</strong>
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				"Oh?&nbsp; Daddy's usually very thorough..."<br><br>She runs her hands through the fur on his head, tracing and rubbing his ears.<br><br>"You know, you can sit on the couch if you'd rather?"
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 04:06:52</strong>
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				"If that is your wish."<br><br>He clambers up onto the sofa, putting his head in her lap once again and snuggling in with a soft and content sigh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 04:10:28</strong>
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				"Well...I meant if it was what you wanted..."<br><br>She returns to stroking his head with a smile.<br><br>"What did you mean about paperwork?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 04:14:09</strong>
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				"Your father may not realize that I'm, uhm...fully functional."<br><br>Danny laughs softly.<br><br>"Breedable."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 04:22:06</strong>
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				"Oh, well...he must have.&nbsp; What would be wrong with that?&nbsp; I know that our neighbors, the Ellisons, breed their Lhasa Apso, Mitzi."
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 04:23:07</strong>
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				"Oh?&nbsp; Hmm.&nbsp; Do they have a son or something?"<br><br>Danny idly scratches his belly.<br><br>"We're human-compatible, after all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 04:27:04</strong>
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				"No, they took her...oh!"<br><br>She blushes.<br><br>"We're on the same page at last...&nbsp; Ummm, well...huh."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 04:28:15</strong>
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				Danny laughs a little louder, clamping both hands over his muzzle in a vain attempt to stifle his amusement.<br><br>"Oooo, <em>naughty</em>!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 04:34:18</strong>
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				"Well, I wasn't thinking anything like that until you said...oh, never mind..."<br><br>Melissa sighs and gazes down at him, smiling at his amusement.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 04:39:14</strong>
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				"That's what I mean," Danny says smugly.&nbsp; "You're thinking it now!&nbsp; Hee hee hee!"<br><br>He rolls over onto his back and gazes up at her.<br><br>"It's okay.&nbsp; I know it's expected.&nbsp; We all do, really."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 04:43:49</strong>
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				"We?"<br><br>She shakes her head at his glee.<br><br>"I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do...come to think of it, I don't want to do anything <em>I</em> don't want to do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 04:46:10</strong>
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				"Us.&nbsp; Uhm, Exotics, collectively.&nbsp; That's what we're mostly used for, after all.&nbsp; Expensive housepets and love-toys for the extremely kinky.&nbsp; Oh, and annoying televangelists."<br><br>He makes a rude noise and rolls his eyes.<br><br>"So I'm told."
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				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 04:54:19</strong>
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				Melissa frowns lightly.&nbsp; "I admit I've never watched a televangelist, but...I hadn't realized that so many were now...Exotics, you called it?"<br><br>"So, I don't believe you said, am I your first owner?"
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 04:57:22</strong>
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				Danny nods.<br><br>"Yes, you are."<br><br>He smiles and stretches lazily.<br><br>"Hopefully my only."
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				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 05:04:30</strong>
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				"Okay.&nbsp; Well, what is that supposed to mean?&nbsp; You don't mind when I pet you like this?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 05:06:08</strong>
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				"I don't really want to have to move around much.&nbsp; You hear stories, growing up in the creche..."<br><br>He puts one hand on hers.<br><br>"And yes, I like the way you're touching me.&nbsp; Very much, in fact.&nbsp; It feels nice."<br><br>He smiles shyly and closes his eyes, relaxing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 05:11:01</strong>
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				"Are you tired?&nbsp; What time did you get up today?&nbsp; I'm afraid I woke up not long before I came downstairs, so I'm rather full of energy..."<br><br>Melissa makes no move to get up from the sofa, continuing to pet him.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 05:13:49</strong>
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				"I have been awake for a few hours.&nbsp; Morning ablutions and breakfast, plus the delivery.&nbsp; I'm not sleepy," Danny promises.&nbsp; "So we can talk, or you can do whatever you had planned, or we can do something..."
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				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 05:18:40</strong>
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				She frowns, hands stilling.&nbsp; "I'd planned to spend the day with my father...but he had to go out of the country on business."<br><br>Looking out the window at the still falling rain, she sighs.&nbsp; "We can't go outside in this...and painting isn't really a group activity.&nbsp; Is there anything you would like to do, Danny?"
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 05:25:00</strong>
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				Danny shrugs.<br><br>"I have no idea what humans normally do.&nbsp; In the creche we'd have games or classes or something, or maybe we'd go out anyways.&nbsp; What's a little rain?&nbsp; But we don't get a lot of education in human social activities."
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				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 05:27:40</strong>
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				"What kind of classes?&nbsp; What games?&nbsp; I can't imagine that they'd be that different from human activities."<br><br>She frowns once more.&nbsp; <em>Not that I know much about normal human social activities.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 05:32:26</strong>
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				"Well, uhm, languages and stuff.&nbsp; And housework.&nbsp; We get an education, kind of.&nbsp; Literacy.&nbsp; Math.&nbsp; So we can be helpful.&nbsp; Games?&nbsp; All sorts!&nbsp; Board games and sometimes card games or computer games...I know this Cat who plays a mean game of Chess."<br><br>Danny rolls onto his side, leaning some of his weight on the back of the sofa.
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				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 05:41:30</strong>
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				"That's not so different.&nbsp; I'm not really that good at Chess...I like checkers though!"<br><br>Melissa sighs wistfully.&nbsp; "Were there lots of other kids around when you were growing up?"
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 05:44:09</strong>
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				"It's a creche.&nbsp; We, uhm, yeah...we're raised in groups.&nbsp; One big happy furry family."<br><br>He laughs softly.<br><br>"Well, maybe.&nbsp; They tend to let us mix.&nbsp; Keeps us well socialized or something."
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				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 05:48:53</strong>
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				"And then you're separated...sent off to live with strangers..."
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 05:51:33</strong>
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				"Pretty much," Danny nods.&nbsp; "They give us plenty of warning, though, and some of our instructors are Exotics who got to come back and pass on some stuff.&nbsp; So it isn't quite as much of a shock as all that.&nbsp; But I still don't really know what I'm supposed to do except, uhm, hang around and be decorative and stuff."<br><br>He clears his throat awkwardly.<br><br>"Or, uhm, other services."
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				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 05:56:02</strong>
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				"Well...I guess we'll figure it out together.&nbsp; Let's go to the game room and find something fun to do."<br><br>She hops to her feet, looking down at her skirt and sweater.<br><br>"Maybe I should change.&nbsp; Do you have any other clothes?&nbsp; Any things?"
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 06:03:42</strong>
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				"Okay!"<br><br>He rolls off her lap and bounds to his feet, wobbling a bit...but her question seems to catch him off guard.<br><br>"Uhm, no.&nbsp; No, I think this is it.&nbsp; They didn't give me any other clothing, but then if I'm not going outside, I won't need it.&nbsp; Right?"
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				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 06:07:48</strong>
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				"Well...if we go outside, your shorts will get wet.&nbsp; And then you won't have anything else to wear..."<br><br>She blushes again.<br><br>"Were we going to go outside?&nbsp; It is raining..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 14:59:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I kinda thought you wanted to stay in and play," he smiles mischievously, glancing at her through his bangs.&nbsp; "Am I wrong?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 16:25:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No...I think I misheard you.&nbsp; But...eventually you'll need more than just one pair of shorts, right?"<br><br>She grows serious, worrying about playing when there are more important things to be done.<br><br>"Maybe instead of playing games we should go shopping for your things..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 16:29:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe.&nbsp; I've never really had much.&nbsp; What do you think I'll need?"<br><br>Danny's question carries innocent curiousity and nothing more--he seems a little puzzled by the idea.<br><br>"I mean, a grooming kit, yes, and maybe a couple of other pairs of shorts, but...uhm...well, what will I be expected to do around here?&nbsp; We were always told that we'd be provided with any necessities by our owners."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 16:34:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, that's what I'm talking about; providing you with what you need..."<br><br>Melissa frowns at Danny's puzzlement, having trouble believing that he truly doesn't want anything.<br><br>"Are you certain that all you want to wear is shorts?&nbsp; And...well, there will be time when I'm busy, don't you want books or anything to occupy yourself when you're on your own?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 16:36:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can have books?"<br><br>Danny's ears prick up, and the look on his face is somewhere between worshipful and over-awed!<br><br>"I like books!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 16:43:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa laughs at his joy, happy to have found the key to his pleasure.<br><br>"Yes, you can have books.&nbsp; I guess you'll be sleeping in here, I think we can add a small bookcase over by the television for you.&nbsp; But you need clothes, too."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 16:46:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny rubs the back of his neck.<br><br>"Oh?&nbsp; Uhm.&nbsp; Well, okay.&nbsp; What do you think I need?&nbsp; I mean, I have fur...so we tend to wear less than you might, 'cause we don't really need to keep warm."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 16:51:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Deciding that her current outfit is fine for shopping, Melissa retrieves a pair of shoes from her closet and is ready to go out.<br><br>"Well, clothes aren't just to keep warm, Danny.&nbsp; Sometimes they're just because you like them...or a jacket and hat to help keep the rain off.&nbsp; If all you want to wear is shorts, that's fine, but you need more than one pair."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 16:55:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh.&nbsp; And so I don't shock your maiden auntie," he giggles, nodding.&nbsp; "They gave me a jacket.&nbsp; It's downstairs.&nbsp; And sandals.&nbsp; Shoes are kind of weird-feeling."<br><br>He waits for her to open the door, then all but bounces downstairs and opens the hall closet, hopping up to retrieve his light jacket (with the pet store logo on the back).<br><br>"See?"<br><br>It's a light and flimsy windbreaker, good for very short jaunts in the rain or windy days.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 17:03:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She follows with a smoother stride, giggling with him.&nbsp; "Yes, for that reason too.&nbsp; Maybe we can find shoes that you find more comfortable.&nbsp; I prefer to go unshod around the house myself, but they are required most places one goes."<br><br>The butler approaches as she retrieves her purse and two umbrellas from the closet.&nbsp; "Markus, Danny and I are going shopping.&nbsp; Could you please have Steve bring a car around and see to adding a bookcase and dresser to my room while we're out?&nbsp; Thank you."<br><br>Markus nods and opens the door for them, and she hands Danny an umbrella as they step out onto the porch to wait for the chauffeur.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 17:05:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny looks at the umbrella curiously, taking it gingerly.&nbsp; It takes him only a moment to get the idea, thought.<br><br>"Oh!&nbsp; What's this?"<br><br>He seems quite delighted!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 17:15:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She laughs at his child-like reaction.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"It's an umbrella...for keeping dry?"<br><br>She opens her own and rests it lightly on her shoulder, stepping out from under the covered porch too demonstrate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 17:22:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Holding the umbrella up, Danny follows her, his bushy tail waving this way and that.<br><br>"I see!&nbsp; And it keeps the rain off.&nbsp; Clever!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 17:47:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A dark sedan pulls up in the drive, rolling to a stop at the end of the walkway.&nbsp; By the time they've reached it, the driver has exited the vehicle and opened the back door.&nbsp; Melissa hands him her umbrella and slides into the backseat, moving over to leave room for Danny.&nbsp; "Thank you Steve."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 17:52:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't mention it, Miss Melissa."<br><br>Steve gives her a smile, then turns a curious and upturned eyebrow to Danny, who is having trouble figuring out how to fold the umbrella properly.&nbsp; The Skunk gets it after a few moments and hops into the car with a happy little sound of self-satisfaction at having solved another puzzle.<br><br>Getting behind the wheel again, Steve asks the obvious question: "Where would you like to go today?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 17:58:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fastening her seatbelt, Melissa meets Steve's eye in the rearview mirror.<br><br>"We're just doing some general shopping...clothes and books and such.&nbsp; If it weren't raining I'd suggest Southpoint, but I don't want the hassle of walking between stores.&nbsp; I guess the Galleria, please."<br><br>She looks over to make sure that Danny is wearing his own safety belt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 18:02:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny has to be reminded about the seat belt, apparently.<br><br>"The Galleria it is," Steve smiles indulgently and pulls away from house.&nbsp; It's going to be at least a half-hour drive, given what the rain does to traffic...<br><br>Danny, meanwhile, can barely contain himself.&nbsp; The idea of 'shopping' is obviously new to him, but each new discovery brings the same childlike expression of delight to his furry face.&nbsp; He's a little like a toddler in a teenaged body, and his glee is infectious.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 18:06:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"For someone who didn't see the need for a shopping trip, Danny, you're certainly excited now that we're on our way.&nbsp; I was worried I'd have to tie you up and drag you from store to store.&nbsp; Now I'm afraid that you're going to turn out to be a shopping monster!"<br><br>Melissa takes delight in Danny's enthusiasm, trying to think about everything they can try while at the mall.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 18:09:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The drive passes quickly enough, although it slows in a few spots.&nbsp; Finally, though, Steve gets them to the Galleria.<br><br>"Here we are, Miss Melissa.&nbsp; Should I wait or come back and pick you up?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 18:15:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles up at Steve as he holds the door for them, handing them their open umbrellas for the short jaunt to the mall entrance.<br><br>"You don't need to wait, Steve.&nbsp; I can call you when it looks like we're ready to be picked up, thanks.&nbsp; In addition to shopping, we'll probably do lunch and maybe a movie, so it won't be earlier than three most likely."<br><br>"Is that alright with you, Danny?"&nbsp; She turns to the young Skunk, seeking his opinion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 18:32:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Huh?"<br><br>Danny pauses from rubbernecking.<br><br>"Uhm, yeah.&nbsp; Okay!&nbsp; We could do that!&nbsp; Thank you for the ride, Mister Steve!"<br><br>Steve smiles slightly and shakes his head.<br><br>"Just Steve, kiddo.&nbsp; No Mister."<br><br>"Oh, okay.&nbsp; Then, uhm, thank you for the ride, Just Steve."<br><br>Steve laughs suddenly, causing Danny to duck behind his owner in surprise and alarm.<br><br>"What'd I say?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>21-06-2008, 00:19:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Danny...he meant for you to call him Steve, not 'just Steve'," Melissa said softly, reaching out to grab his hand and pull him to her side.<br><br>The chauffeur shakes his head and smiles gently.&nbsp; "Have fun Danny, Miss Melissa."<br><br>She squeezes the Skunk's hand, heading to the mall entrance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-06-2008, 04:45:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ohhhhh."<br><br>Danny nods, his fuzzy face sober and serious as he files this away for future use as he follows her obediently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>21-06-2008, 05:00:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once they are under the marquee, Melissa closes her umbrella, tapping it on the ground to knock off the moisture clinging to it.<br><br>"Alright...I guess we should start with clothes.&nbsp; Danny, do you really only want shorts?&nbsp; And if so, do you want just gym shorts like that, or would you like khaki shorts or jean shorts?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-06-2008, 05:03:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Shorts are probably best," he guesses, scratching his chin thoughtfully.&nbsp; "I mean, we don't normally wear much in the creche...no need.&nbsp; Controlled environment and all that.&nbsp; I'm not sure how I'd do with longer pants."<br><br>He looks around wide-eyed at the mall.<br><br>"Oh, wow..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>21-06-2008, 05:14:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa led the way to one of the standing mall directories, running a finger down the list of men's stores.<br><br>"I don't know any of these stores.&nbsp; Does anything catch your eye?&nbsp; Maybe it's better to just walk around..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-06-2008, 05:16:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And I would?&nbsp; We can wander," Danny says, grabbing her arm and leaning against her affectionately.&nbsp; "I don't really need much, honest!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>21-06-2008, 05:23:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles and leans back into him.&nbsp; "Well, I was wrong when I said you were going to turn into a shopping monster.&nbsp; But for times like this, you definitely need shoes that you don't mind wearing.&nbsp; Maybe sneakers?"<br><br>Melissa gestures toward the Foot Locker across from them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-06-2008, 05:25:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny pouts.<br><br>"But I like sandals!&nbsp; Shoes are too confining."<br><br>He doesn't resist if she pulls him toward the store, though.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>21-06-2008, 05:32:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You said your sandals felt weird...I just thought maybe you'd like sneakers better.&nbsp; Besides, they have shorts, too."<br><br>She sighs.&nbsp; "We don't have to go in."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-06-2008, 17:07:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I like sandals better than shoes.&nbsp; I'd rather go barefoot...but that's not always a good idea, I know.&nbsp; We can look, I guess."<br><br>He tilts his head.<br><br>"And if they have shorts, then maybe they'll have something that'll fit me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 01:00:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let's try here, maybe you'll like some of their sandals better.&nbsp; And we have to choose a store to start trying on shorts, too."<br><br>Melissa takes his arm, bumping up against him playfully.<br><br>"I promise we won't buy anything you don't like...you just have to try."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 01:37:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay."<br><br>Shopping for Danny, as it turns out, is a bit like shopping for a small child--getting him to try stuff is easy.&nbsp; Getting him to make a clear-cut decision is somewhat more tricky!&nbsp; And considering that he seems to have no clear grasp of 'money', he's not terribly practical.<br><br>He does, however, seem to have decent taste.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 01:59:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa is patient with Danny, letting him dither however long he needs, but always reminding him that he needs to make a decision.&nbsp; She figures that her father would have spent a boatload of money today buying her things she didn't need, so doesn't worry about the cost of their shopping excursion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 02:02:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny eventually settles on a couple of pairs of sandals and some shirts (including a football jersey) and shorts.<br><br>"Is this enough?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 02:42:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tilts her head, considering the armful of clothes he holds. <br><br>"It's a good start.&nbsp; I think you've looked at most everything in this store...we should move on."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 02:52:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay!"<br><br>He seems quite cheerful about this prospect.<br><br>'Where next?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 02:58:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She laughs gently.&nbsp; "We have to pay, first."<br><br>They quickly make it through the check-out and are soon walking out of the store with Danny's purchases in a shopping bag.<br><br>"I guess we should just make a circle of the first floor, and before we move to the second we can eat lunch.&nbsp; So...pick a direction!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 03:09:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay!"<br><br>He turns this way and that, and finally points down the long axis of the mall in the direction they were going before stopping here.<br><br>"How about that way?"<br><br>He almost wags his bushy tail with excitement...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 03:43:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She inclines her head with a small smile.<br><br>"Looks good!"<br><br>Her hand brushes his tail as she starts off, focusing on the main stores, but occasionally distracted by the smaller carts in the center displaying jewelry and other bright trinkets.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 03:53:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He giggles and brushes against her a few times, still rubbernecking with great enthusiasm...distracted by just about everything and anything, like a puppy or a small child.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 04:04:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa stops to examine the window display of a popular store for both sexes, tilting her head as she takes in the grouping of male and female mannequins in long shorts and layered shirts.<br><br>"Do you like this?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 04:09:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uhhhhm, I dunno..."<br><br>Danny tilts his head and frowns in thought.<br><br>"Not really me, I guess.&nbsp; It'd look good on you, though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 04:13:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks at him in surprise.<br><br>"Oh, I don't know...usually I wear skirts and sweaters, or dresses."<br><br>She self-consciously smooths her hands down her medium-length skirt.<br><br>"I'm not sure how comfortable I'd be in such casual clothes..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 04:14:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh."<br><br>Danny rests a fingertip on his chin for a moment, then perks up again.<br><br>"You should try some on, then!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 04:21:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Long curls brush his shoulder as she shakes her head.<br><br>"Danny, you're the one who needs clothes; I have plenty."<br><br>She turns away from the window.<br><br>"Let's keep looking."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 04:23:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay!"<br><br>He switches gears effortlessly, wandering off to the next store, and the next...avoiding a Yankee Candle Shop with a sneeze and a clear expression of distaste.<br><br>"Ewwwww..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 04:36:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bemused by how easily Danny moves on to a new idea, she follows him along the way.<br><br>"It is a bit overwhelming all in one place, but some of them are very nice on their own..."<br><br>She takes in his expression, giving up on convincing him.<br><br>"Well, I guess we'll have to avoid The Body Shop and Bath and Body Works too."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 04:37:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why?&nbsp; Do they use too much perfume too?"<br><br>He covers his nose with his free hand and sneezes again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 04:44:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"They sell perfume...and scented oils and such.&nbsp; It's okay, there really isn't anything we need from those shops."<br><br>Grabbing his elbow, she tugs him away from the offending store.<br><br>"Let's get you away from here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 04:52:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay!"<br><br>He follows, obedient as ever, cluelessly innocent as always...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 05:03:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As they approach the Hechts at the end of the mall, she slows and turns.<br><br>"This store has it's perfume department right at the ground entrance, so if you want to shop here it might be better to wait till we're upstairs."<br><br>The first store they pass on their way down the other side of the mall is an FYE, large posters of musicians and movies competing for window space with bright neon signs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 05:11:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, it isn't perfumes," Danny says brightly.&nbsp; "Just...I dunno.&nbsp; Something about what they use in those candles."<br><br>He shrugs.<br><br>"But okay, we can wait.&nbsp; Looks like just more clothes and stuff.&nbsp; I don't even know how long I'll be wearing much."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 05:21:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sometimes those fragrance departments make <em>me </em>sneeze...they compete to cover you in their scent."<br><br>Melissa frowns in thought at his last statement.<br><br>"What do you mean by that?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 05:25:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny turns innocent, wide, brown eyes to Melissa.<br><br>"Weeell," he says carefully, "if most of these are for when we go out, and we end up not going out much...then I won't need 'em all the time.&nbsp; Unless the house gets cold.&nbsp; Right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 05:29:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Danny...even at home there are lots of people around.&nbsp; You've met Steve and Sandra and Markus and Lucy...they live there too."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 05:31:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh.&nbsp; So..."<br><br>He pouts.<br><br>"Darn!&nbsp; But I <em>like</em> not wearing clothing all the time..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 05:34:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggles at his face.<br><br>"Surely you wore clothes at the creche?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 05:37:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, yeah...but not all the time.&nbsp; We don't have a nudity taboo or anything.&nbsp; We have fur."<br><br>He shrugs and pouts.<br><br>"But I guess I gotta wear pants all the time.&nbsp; Don't want to scare the maids.&nbsp; What's the big deal, anyway?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 05:41:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa shrugs and nudges him with her hip.<br><br>"It's just one of those things society insists on..."<br><br>She studies his face.<br><br>"Is it really so awful shopping?&nbsp; We don't have to get it all done today."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 05:44:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'What?&nbsp; No, the shopping's fine."<br><br>He pouts again.<br><br>"...I just like not having to wear much..." he adds quietly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 05:46:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well...I just think that if you have to wear clothes, they should be clothes you like."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 05:48:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I like these," he says, lifting the shopping bag and grinning innocently...then his eyes go wide.&nbsp; "Ooooo!&nbsp; Those look nice!&nbsp; I bet they'd fit you nicely, too!"<br><br>Odds are he's just spotted Victoria's Secret.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 05:55:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She turns to look, blushing as she catches sight of the tell-tale pink window display.<br><br>"Umm...actually, I've seen ads for that bra...it doesn't come in my size."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 05:57:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No?"<br><br>Danny tilts his head.<br><br>"How do you know that?"<br><br>His eyes drop to her breasts.<br><br>"They don't look small."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 06:01:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glancing around nervously, she steps closer and lowers her voice.<br><br>"It's the opposite problem, Danny.&nbsp; They say in fine print in the ad which sizes it doesn't come in...mine is one size up from the upper limit.&nbsp; I don't really find tops in this store..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 06:03:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ohhhhhhhhhhh."<br><br>He nods, clearly not fully understanding the problem, but accepting her answer.<br><br>"Okay!"<br><br>And with that, the matter seems to be forgotten, his attention wandering to something else.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 06:19:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once more she shakes her head at his shifting attention.<br><br>She wonders what it would be like to be so carefree; Danny truly seems not to worry about anything.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 06:20:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Part of Danny's art may be his short attention span.&nbsp; Again, the comparison to a small child or a puppy comes to mind...<br><br>"So where're gonna eat?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 06:23:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The food court is upstairs.&nbsp; We can eat up there."<br><br>She leads the way to the escalator.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 06:24:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay!"<br><br>He tags along, bumping against her on the escalator, leaning against her back for a moment.<br><br>"Then we go see a movie, right?'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 06:27:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure.&nbsp; We'll go to Barnes and Noble after, and then call Steve."<br><br>Stepping clear of the crowd coming off the escalator, she takes in options provided by the food court.<br><br>"What are you wanting for lunch?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 06:30:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Food?"<br><br>Danny laughs delightedly.<br><br>"I'm an omnivore, so I can eat more or less what you eat.&nbsp; I think.&nbsp; I'm not like, uhm, a Cat or something.&nbsp; They need an all-meat diet.&nbsp; No cheeseburgers for them!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 06:44:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You have to have favorites...or something new you want to try?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 06:47:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I, uhm..."<br><br>He looks around, eyes wide.<br><br>"So many choices!&nbsp; And it's probably all really yummy, too!&nbsp; Uhm...let's try that!"<br><br>He points to a pseudo-Mexican fast food restaurant.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 06:57:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay."<br><br>The place Danny chooses doesn't have much of a line, and quickly it's time for them to order.<br><br>"I'll have a quesedilla and a soda, please."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 06:59:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uhhhm, two crispy meat burritos and a soda for me, please!"<br><br>He almost bounces with excitement!&nbsp; So very childlike!&nbsp; And what a handful he might be if he weren't at least somewhat capable of controlling himself...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 03:31:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa pays quickly and they step to the side, making room for the next person to order.&nbsp; Her jaw drops when she sees the volume of food on Danny's tray.&nbsp; The two set off through the sea of tables, looking for a clean one with two chairs.<br><br>"Oh, I was thinking we could get a popcorn or an candy for the movie, but I guess you won't be hungry after you finish this..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 03:33:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Looks good," Danny grins, waiting for her to start before he consumes both burritos slowly, savoring every bite.&nbsp; The food isn't the world's greatest Mexican, but he seems to enjoy it thoroughly.<br><br>"Mmmmmmmmm!"<br><br>If he were of Canine stock, his tail would probably be wagging.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 03:44:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She eats neatly, cutting her quesedilla into small bites.<br><br>Finishing her much smaller meal before he's done, Melissa sips her soda, smiling at the enthusiasm he displays.<br><br>It occurs to her that she's laughed and smiled more today than she can recall from any other day.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 03:46:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eventually Danny sits back and pats his tummy, licking his whiskers clean.<br><br>"That was great!&nbsp; Now what?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 03:50:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Automatically, she hands him a napkin for his hands and face.<br><br>"It isn't that far to the movie theater, we can go over and see what's playing.&nbsp; I don't really pay attention to movies, so I don't know what's out right now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 03:51:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, okay!"<br><br>He accepts this with the guileless, innocent trust of a small child.<br><br>"What sorta movies do you like?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 03:55:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The movies I enjoy don't really fit into one category.&nbsp; I like certain actors, or sometimes a plot or the costumes will catch my eye...it just depends on what I'm feeling and the movie."<br><br>It gets more crowded as they approach the ticket booth, and she steps closer to Danny as they reach the first poster display.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 03:57:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ohhhh."<br><br>He nods.<br><br>"I've never gone to the theater before.&nbsp; Not for plays or movies or anything.&nbsp; I don't even know what I'll like."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 04:03:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm...let's see..."<br><br>She leans against his side as she looks up at the marquee.<br><br>"Well, there's Sex &amp; the City, Iron Man, Indiana Jones, Prince Caspian, Speed Racer, The Strangers, Made of Honor, and What Happens in Vegas...I sort of know what each of those is about.&nbsp; Do any of them appeal to you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 04:06:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uhhhhhm..."<br><br>He touches his index finger to his chin and starts going 'eeny-meenie miney moe' down the list, finally stopping at Indiana Jones.<br><br>"How about that one?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 04:21:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay...it's been a while since I saw the others, but it seems you've never seen them, so I'm ahead of you at least."<br><br>She buys the tickets and they have thirty minutes before the start time.<br><br>"I don't know about you, but I want popcorn...or candy...or maybe an Icee..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 04:38:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Popcorn sounds nice.&nbsp; What is it?"<br><br>Danny follows her to the Snackaterium...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 04:45:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Popcorn?&nbsp; It's...popcorn."&nbsp; She shrugs.&nbsp; "At the movies, you get it with lots of butter, but people can put all kinds of toppings on it...I guess you'll have to try it."<br><br>They reach the counter, with its built in display of colorfully wrapped candies.&nbsp; Behind the cashiers, white and yellow kernels of popped corn flow from a kettle into a mountain of salty goodness.&nbsp; Hot dogs roll on the grill, plumping and turning a nice golden brown.&nbsp; Soda flows from fountains into cups as the workers serve patron after patron.&nbsp; The mix of smells make Melissa's stomach growl, despite the fact that they just ate lunch.<br><br>"Hi, welcome to Multiplex, how can I help you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 04:47:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny shyly ducks behind Melissa, peering at the counter atttendant around her shoulder.<br><br>"Popcorn?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 04:49:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa smiles at the perky girl behind the counter.&nbsp; "Sorry...we should have discussed this a bit more before reaching this point."<br><br>She turns to Danny.&nbsp; "How full are you?&nbsp; Can you eat more?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 04:52:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I could have a bit more, I think."<br><br>Danny nods.<br><br>"Yeah, I could."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 04:54:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright...I guess we'll have the Combo One, I'd like a Sprite to drink.&nbsp; Danny, what soda do you want?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 04:59:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uhhhm...gosh.&nbsp; I'll try...root beer!"<br><br>Danny nods enthusiastically.<br><br>"That sounds tasty."<br><br>The perky countergirl giggles.&nbsp; "New out of the creche?"<br><br>Danny nods.&nbsp; "Kind of obvious, huh?"<br><br>She laughs and nods.&nbsp; "Yeah, I'm afraid so."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 05:02:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa leans to examine the candy display while the girl goes to start their drinks, smiling and nodding when asked if they want butter on their popcorn.<br><br>"Did you want any candy, Danny?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 05:13:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, no candy.&nbsp; I mean, uhm, I don't want to overdo it."<br><br>He giggles softly.<br><br>"Trying to do everything at once would be silly."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 05:22:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmm..."<br><br>Her view of the candy is obscured by the two large sodas and big popcorn placed on the counter.<br><br>"Well, it is my birthday.&nbsp; I'd like a Junior Mints as well, please."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 05:24:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny waits as patiently as he can, rocking back and forth on his heels, almost vibrating with excitement.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 05:28:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa pays quickly, glancing at Danny.<br><br>"There's still plenty of time..."<br><br>She hands him his soda and slides her candy and some napkins into her purse.&nbsp; Cradling the popcorn in one arm, she grabs her soda and heads in the direction of the auditorium.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 05:29:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He follows, brushing against her and occasionally trying to rest his head on her shoulder affectionately.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 05:54:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They enter the theater and see only a handful of people scattered in the seats.<br><br>"I like to sit most of the way up in the center...is that okay?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 06:21:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay," Danny nods.&nbsp; "That sounds good."<br><br>He cranes his neck around, looking at all the other people filing in.<br><br>"Wow!&nbsp; Won't it be crowded?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 06:35:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa leads the way to their chosen seats, tucking her purse beneath her chair and pulling down the armrests to reveal the cup-holders for their drinks.<br><br>"Umm...it shouldn't be that bad.&nbsp; This movie has been out for a while and it is a Wednesday.&nbsp; But on the other hand, it's raining, so people might be looking for indoor activities.&nbsp; Are you scared of large crowds?"<br><br>She pops a small handful of popcorn in her mouth, then offers the treat to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 06:42:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oooo..."<br><br>He takes a piece and pops it into his mouth, making little sounds of enjoyment.<br><br>"Yummy!"<br><br>He pulls his feet up onto his seat and hugs his knees.<br><br>"This'll be fun, right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 06:47:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It should be.&nbsp; I don't see why it wouldn't."<br><br>She hands the popcorn to Danny and reaches under her seat, pulling her candy and the napkins from her purse.&nbsp; Trading him some napkins for the popcorn, she settles the tub in her lap and snacks as the ads roll on the screen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 06:51:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughs softly and has some more popcorn...and then the movie starts, and Danny is lost in the moment!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 06:05:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa keeps an eye on Danny through the movie, catching his response to the film as it plays out on the screen.&nbsp; Relaxing in the seat, she enjoys the adventure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 06:09:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In some ways, he's like a little child--jumping in his seat at the scary parts, bouncing with excitement during the action sequences, and utterly lost in the escapist fantasy.&nbsp; He also misses all the little in-jokes and cultural references, but that's not much of a surprise.<br><br>When the closing credits roll and the house lights come up, he turns to her with an astonished look.<br><br>"That's all?&nbsp; I thought it would be longer!&nbsp; Like a couple of hours or something."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 06:15:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa stands and stretches, unconscious of the picture she presents as she lifts her arms over her head and bends back lightly.<br><br>"Danny, it was two hours."&nbsp; She gives a little hum of contentment as her muscles relax after sitting in one position for so long.&nbsp; "Did you enjoy the movie then?&nbsp; Maybe we should go to a video store and pick out some more movies to watch at home."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 06:19:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Two whole hours?"<br><br>He sounds astonished.<br><br>"Really?&nbsp; Wow!"<br><br>Collecting their bags, he makes his way to the exit, shaking his furry head.<br><br>"Two hours...but it felt like only a few minutes!&nbsp; Are you sure?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 06:24:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She picks up their trash, depositing it in a trash can on her way to the exit.<br><br>"I'm sure, Danny.&nbsp; You'll see when we get to the lobby, it's really been that long."<br><br>She comes up behind him as he slows in the bottleneck of people exiting the theater.&nbsp; Wrapping her arms around his waist, she props her chin on his shoulder.<br><br>"So you enjoyed it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 06:30:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stiffens for a moment when she hugs him, but relaxes quickly.<br><br>"Yeah!&nbsp; That was really fun!&nbsp; And the part when he did that thing..."<br><br>He proceeds into an excited recap of three of the action scenes, all jumbled together, in a breathless and excited tone.&nbsp; He may never have seen an action movie before, but he's sure bound to be a fan of them from here on out!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 06:43:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa gives him a light squeeze and releases him as the crowd clears in front of them.<br><br>"Well I'm glad you had fun."<br><br>"So," she says as they exit the cinema and look out at the mall.&nbsp; "Would you like to go to the book store or the video store?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 06:45:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Books," he says without thinking, dawdling a little to brush against her again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 16:49:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Books it is."<br><br>She leads off towards the Barnes &amp; Noble at the end of the building.&nbsp; It's now late afternoon and the mall is becoming busy.&nbsp; The two of them are relatively short and find themselves jostled quite a bit in the growing crowd.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 16:51:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny does his best to keep close, even though this often means getting pushed into (or against) Melissa.&nbsp; Once in the B&amp;N, he looks around and makes a beeline for the History section...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 16:57:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa follows Danny through the store, not really familiar with his chosen section.&nbsp; She's studied history, but has never really enjoyed it.&nbsp; Normally she browsed the various fiction sections and those more focused on the Arts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 17:01:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He bounces from shelf to shelf, reading titles.&nbsp; The poor Skunk-boy seems to be struck with indecision.&nbsp; Or, perhaps, too many options!<br><br>"Oooooo..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 17:07:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She takes note of every title that seems to catch Danny's eye.&nbsp; <br><br>"Danny, give me your bags so that you can look at the books more easily."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 17:08:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He hands his bags over absently, stepping around the end of the aisle into the World History section.&nbsp; A delighted squeal follows at once...from which Melissa might deduce that Danny didn't realize that there was more than one History section.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 17:18:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This was beginning to look like the clothing store all over again.&nbsp; Danny seems so overwhelmed by the choices surrounding him that he will never make a decision.&nbsp; Deciding to give the Skunk-boy some space, Melissa moved to a nearby bench and settled down, placing the shopping bags at her feet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 17:22:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With considerable effort, Danny finally narrows his choices down to two books, both reasonably priced.<br><br>"Here," he says, tail almost wagging with excitement.&nbsp; "When in doubt, choose an overview!"<br><br>It took him longer to decide on an outfit.&nbsp; Not a lot longer, mind you...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 17:24:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blinks in surprise at his restraint.<br><br>"Only the two?&nbsp; Are you certain that's all you want?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 17:29:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well...for now."<br><br>He giggles softly.<br><br>"You might not give me much time to read!&nbsp; And there's still the Sci-Fi and Fantasy section to look through..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 17:46:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She feels warmth bloom in her belly as he once more refers to the pleasures to be found in Exotics.&nbsp; Her cheeks heat as she wonders exactly what it would be like to try such things with Danny.<br><br>"Well, why don't you leave those with me and keep looking, and we'll check out when you're ready."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 17:47:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods enthusiastically and bounds off...returning only a few minutes later with several paperbacks.<br><br>"They got Discworld!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 18:03:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa smiles at his excitement.&nbsp; "I've read a few of those...you like them too?"<br><br>She reaches for the novels, wondering if he is done looking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 18:05:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods enthusiastically.<br><br>"One of my instructors used to read them to us!&nbsp; He did the voices and everything!"<br><br>He hands the books over.<br><br>"We can go, I guess.&nbsp; You prob'ly can't buy the whole store."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 18:11:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks around and wonders.&nbsp; Daddy didn't really talked about exactly how much money they had, and he'd never said anything about how much she could spend on the few shopping excursions she took.&nbsp; Mostly new things entered the house without her having to get them; clothes and entertainment items would just regularly appear, and shopping was mostly an excuse to go out and be among people.&nbsp; <br><br>"I guess you're right.&nbsp; Did you want to go to the video store?"<br><br>She gathers the books, letting Danny grab the shopping bags.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 18:14:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What can we get there?"<br><br>Danny follows, tail sweeping this way and that, a giddy smile on his furry face...<br><br>"I mean, if you want to get more movies, sure!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 18:16:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa shrugs.<br><br>"They have movies and television series on DVD, and music.&nbsp; I don't really spend much time watching videos, but...I liked watching the movie with you.&nbsp; I guess it's different when you aren't by yourself."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 18:17:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe it is.&nbsp; We don't have to go, if...if, uhm..."<br><br>He blushes.<br><br>"If you want to go home again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 18:30:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, we're already out here.&nbsp; We could call Steve and just visit the store while he's on his way."<br><br>Melissa left the house so rarely, she liked to accomplish as much as possible on her trips outside.<br><br>She notices his flush and realizes that he was thinking along the same lines she'd been just before.&nbsp; She tried not to wonder if he was really interested in her, or if he simply felt he had to view her in such a light.<br><br>"Umm...I don't think the visit would really delay our trip home..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 18:34:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay.&nbsp; Videos it is."<br><br>He licks his lips nervously, the sudden pink flash of tongue over almost before she notices.&nbsp; Then he mumbles something very quietly...<br><br>"Do they have naughty ones?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 18:39:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa reaches into her purse to grab her cell phone, dropping it in surprise at Danny's question.&nbsp; Her eyes widen and her heart jumps as the seed of heat in her belly blooms fully.<br><br>"Umm...I don't think so.&nbsp; I'm not really sure where those can be found..."<br><br>She blushes and looks down at the ground, ostensibly searching for her phone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 18:41:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Awwwwww."<br><br>Danny pouts playfully.<br><br>"I hear those are kinda fun."<br><br>Another pink flash of tongue.<br><br>"I guess we'll have to find some other way to pass the time at home."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 18:47:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She finds herself all thumbs as she juggles the bag of books and tries to dial the phone at the same time.&nbsp; Nodding her head toward the racks of DVDs and CDs, she indicates that Danny should go make some selections while she talks to their ride.<br><br>"Steve?&nbsp; Yes, everything is fine.&nbsp; We're finishing up our shopping and thought we'd give you a call to come and get us.&nbsp; Yes, we had a good time.&nbsp; Alright, we'll be out front then.&nbsp; Thank you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 18:49:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny finds a couple of movies that look 'fun' and returns in short order, holding up his selections like a ceremonial offering for her approval: Hellboy, Batman Begins, Tomb Raider.<br><br>Yep, he's an action fan, all right.<br><br>And his eyes linger on her breasts as he does so, which he does not bother to hide.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 18:56:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa closes the phone, tucking it back into her purse as she nods at Danny's choices.&nbsp; She hasn't seen any of them, but is vaguely familiar with the characters of each.<br><br>She catches the direction of his gaze as they walk to the counter, stomach tightening as it seems like her breasts swell at the attention, straining against the constraint of her bra.<br><br>Distracted, she pays for their movies and makes her way out of the store, jolting as she brushes against Danny.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 18:58:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He brushes back, giggling softly.<br><br>"What's wrong," he teases.&nbsp; "You seem a little distracted."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 19:01:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her breath catches as he deliberately brushes against her, wondering if he knows the feelings he's stirring within her.&nbsp; She meets his gaze, a combination of fear and hunger in her eyes.<br><br>"Umm...it's been quite a day..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 19:02:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So now it's time to go home and play with your pet," he whispers, leaning close enough for his whiskers to brush her cheek.&nbsp; "Who would very much like to feel your hands on him until he spurts all over your pretty face."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 19:09:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa's mouth forms a round 'o' of shock as she feels his breath against her ear and his whiskers tickling her cheek.&nbsp; She squirms lightly as her panties grow moist and she sways towards Danny.<br><br>She isn't entirely certain what would have happened right there in front of the mall if Steve hadn't pulled up right then.&nbsp; Distractedly thanking the chauffeur as he holds the door, she slides into the backseat, her skirt riding up to expose her stockinged thighs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 19:12:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny clambers into the seat next to her and lays his head in her lap, curling up on the seat with a soft almost-purr.&nbsp; His fingers brush her knee...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 19:15:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa opens her mouth to protest, glancing up at Steve climbing into the driver's seat.&nbsp; The man seems focused on the road, keeping an eye for pedestrians as he navigates the mall parking lot.<br><br>Not wanting to draw attention to their actions, she remains silent.&nbsp; Her hands burrow into the fur on Danny's head, rubbing his cheeks and stroking his ears.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 19:16:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He snuggles closer, his almost-purr getting a little louder.&nbsp; His hand, mercifully, stays right where it is.<br><br>"So," says Steve from the front seat, "everything went well today?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 19:19:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes...we saw the Indiana Jones movie.&nbsp; It was fun."<br><br>She darts her gaze forward, wondering exactly what Steve sees in the rear-view mirror.<br><br>"We had a great time, didn't we Danny?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 19:24:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny yawns (not entirely a dramatic affectation--he may be crashing from all that sugar) and murmurs agreement.&nbsp; This does not hide the way his hand inches up inside her skirt...but since his body's in the way, Steve can't see it.<br><br>"That's great," Steve says cheerfully.&nbsp; "I've been thinking of seeing it myself, maybe this weekend.&nbsp; So, is there anywhere else you two would like to go today, or just home?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 19:27:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa's thigh quivers under Danny's hand as he slides it further up.&nbsp; She lightly pinches the tip of his ear, not enough to sting, just applying a bit of pressure.<br><br>"Umm..."&nbsp; She tries to focus on the conversation as Danny's hand inches closer to her hot core.&nbsp; "No...I think we're ready for home..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 19:28:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny's hand pulls back again, and he giggles sleepily.<br><br>"Home it is," Steve nods...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 19:33:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It's evening traffic time, so their half-hour drive will likely take much longer.&nbsp; Steve turns on the radio to an oldies station, becoming distracted by the road and singing along lightly.<br><br>Melissa looks down at Danny, taking in his form sprawled across the back seat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 19:38:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny snuggles in a bit, rolling over onto his back after a while...and Melissa can tell that he's aroused by the bulge in his shorts.&nbsp; He murmurs something sleepily but keeps snoozing.<br><br>Steve, if he's even noticed, says nothing about this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 00:04:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa gently pulls Danny's hand from under her skirt, placing it in her lap.&nbsp; She looks out the window and quietly waits for them to arrive home.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 02:05:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny wakes by the time the car pulls to a stop.<br><br>"Here we are, Miss Melissa.&nbsp; Shall I bring your bags in, or will you take them yourself?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 02:09:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you, Steve."&nbsp; She reaches to steady Danny as he sits up sleepily.&nbsp; "We can handle it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 02:20:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny yawns and smiles, then gets out of the car and collects a few of the bags.<br><br>"Thanks for the ride, Steve!"<br><br>"Don't mention it, kiddo."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 02:29:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It had stopped raining during the drive.&nbsp; Melissa takes the rest of the bags and follows Danny back to the house.<br><br>"Good bye, Steve."<br><br>The two make their way upstairs to her room, where a new dresser and bookcase have already been added.<br><br>"Did you have fun today, Danny?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 02:35:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny follows, setting the bags down and going to sit on the bed with a bounce.<br><br>"Yeah!&nbsp; I did!&nbsp; It was a lot of fun!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 02:45:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles and moves to the bags, unpacking all of his new things.<br><br>Trying to be discrete, she sneaks glances at Danny sitting on her bed, images coming to her mind of the two of them together on it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 03:03:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pulls his knees up and hugs them, watching her with a shy smile on his lips...but saying nothing, for the moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 03:07:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once the clothes, books and movies are put away and the tags, wrapping and bags thrown away, Melissa turns to Danny.&nbsp; Nervously smoothing her hands over her skirt, she plays with the buckle of her left shoe with the toe of her right.<br><br>"So...what did you want to do next?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 03:22:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He unclasps his knees and leans back on his elbows, looking at her through his bangs.<br><br>"Do you remember what I suggested at the video store?"<br><br>He licks his muzzle.<br><br>'That would be fun..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 03:34:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her heart leaps as he peeks at her through his hair and her lungs tighten.&nbsp; She nods as she takes a step back, not sure why she's retreating from him when she's really frightened of herself and her reaction to his suggestion.<br><br>Melissa swallows nervously.&nbsp; "Ummm...if that's what you really want.&nbsp; I don't want you to do anything just because you think you need to."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 03:37:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushes and shakes his head slowly.<br><br>"No, it's okay!&nbsp; I want to.&nbsp; I think you're very pretty, Mistress...very pretty."<br><br>He bites his lower lip.<br><br>"Even if you don't want to play with me, I would very much like to watch you get naked and touch yourself."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 03:41:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It's her turn to flush.<br><br>"I've never...I haven't done that!"<br><br>Her hands flutter in front of her, moving between the hem of her skirt, the bottom of her sweater, and her throat.<br><br>"I did like what you said at the store..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 03:56:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He giggles again.<br><br>"May I feel your hands on me, then?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 04:07:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nods and moves to the bed, kneeling beside him.&nbsp; Her hands hover hesitantly over his chest, barely brushing his fur.&nbsp; Biting her bottom lip, she glances up at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 04:08:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shutting his eyes, Danny sighs softly.<br><br>"Oh!"<br><br>He leans into the touch, looking suddenly both cuddly and quite vulnerable.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 04:32:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa deepens her touch, tracing Danny's muscles through his fur.&nbsp; Bracing one hand on his bicep, she teases a finger along the band of his basketball shorts.<br><br>"Danny...tell me what you like..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 04:35:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I...I would like to feel your hands on me...uhm...down there," he sighs, lying back on the bed to give her easier access.<br><br>"Please?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 04:44:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				All day long, Danny had been teasing her about this.&nbsp; With him lying before her asking for her touch, she decides to take a page from his book and extract some revenge.<br><br>"Touch you...here?"<br><br>She shifts down the bed, moving her touch to his calves.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 04:46:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He giggles and squirms.<br><br>"Nu-unh!&nbsp; Higher..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 04:48:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smirks and caresses his thighs.<br><br>"Tell me, Danny..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 04:50:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He squirms some more.<br><br>"Hand...handjob...please?"<br><br>Pulling his jersey up to expose his waistband, he bats his eyes at her.<br><br>"I'll let you tie me up..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 05:03:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blinks in surprise.&nbsp; Did people really do that?&nbsp; While she is enjoying her position over him, she isn't certain how she feels about tying him up.<br><br>She stalls, continuing her exploration of his thighs, teasing under the bottom of his shorts.<br><br>"Would you like that, Danny?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 05:09:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If...ahhh...if it would make you feel safer about this...then, yes, I am willing."<br><br>He giggles.<br><br>"But you don't have to."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 05:16:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Safer?&nbsp; Should I not feel safe with you?"<br><br>Reaching to slide her hands under his shirt, she lightly brushes the bulge in his shorts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 05:20:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahhhh!"<br><br>He squirms more.<br><br>"You should be...oooo...please, stroke me and play with my nipples!&nbsp; I love that..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 05:26:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her knees grip his thighs as she straddles his legs, pushing his jersey up to his arms.<br><br>She circles his nipples with her fingertips, gaze caught on his face as she teases him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 05:29:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes go wide and he makes a soft mewling noise.<br><br>"Oh!&nbsp; Oh, yes...please..."<br><br>Tilting his face to one side, he pants with excitment.<br><br>"Please, Melissa...touch me..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 05:36:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her own breath growing rapid, she moves forward to rest her hot core against his, gasping as his erection slots against her.<br><br>"Oh...Danny..."<br><br>She rocks over him, fingers tweaking his nipples as she moans in pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 05:46:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He squirms.<br><br>"Please?&nbsp; Your hand?&nbsp; I wanna..."<br><br>And blushes.<br><br>"I mean, we don't want to go too far or anything...not yet..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 05:51:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Moving to his side, Melissa takes a deep breath before pulling down his shorts.<br><br>She feels her panties growing wet as his breathy mews fill her ears.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 05:53:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He springs free, gasping with surprise and relief.<br><br>"Oh!&nbsp; Oh, please...I've been thinking about this all day...about you..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 05:57:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eyes fixed on his erection, Melissa found herself very glad that he was only asking her to use her hands on him.<br><br>She reached out to wrap her hand around his base.<br><br>"When did you think about this, Danny?&nbsp; Tell me what you've been thinking about."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 05:59:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ooooo!"<br><br>He shifts, opening his eyes to watch her.<br><br>"Ever...ever since I saw you!&nbsp; I've been thinking about your hands...your mouth...maybe your breasts...the way you might sound when you come..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 06:11:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmm..."<br><br>She awkwardly strokes him, having a little trouble finding a rhythm at first.<br><br>"Well, I think hands are covered.&nbsp; What do you want from my mouth, Danny?&nbsp; Kissing?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 06:19:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, yes!&nbsp; Yes, please..."<br><br>He giggles, trying to wiggle out of his shorts.<br><br>"Among other things!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 06:27:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa helps him out of his shorts, turning to face his feet as she bends forward to pull them off completely.<br><br>"Other things?&nbsp; Danny, when I ask you a question, I would appreciate it if you would give me a full answer..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 14:57:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pouts playfully.<br><br>"But I'm bashful!"<br><br>Blushing and giggling, he flops on his back again.<br><br>"Or do you like it when I talk about naughty stuff?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 16:54:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She turns and leans down to kiss him, brushing her lips against his pout.<br><br>"I do like it when you talk about naughty stuff...but mostly it's that I really don't know what you mean when you just say 'other things'."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 16:55:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh!"<br><br>He giggles again.<br><br>"Other things would mean your mouth on my cock...while I lick your tasty pussy until you come."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 17:03:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sits back on her heels, still fully clothed.<br><br>"..."<br><br>Her mind is overwhelmed as she tries to take in the act he describes and the feelings already raging through her.<br><br>"And you said before that you wanted to watch me touch myself...&nbsp; Can I watch you touch yourself?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 17:05:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He giggles and nods.<br><br>"I like it when you do it, but..."<br><br>He slides one hand down and grips himself.<br><br>"If you like?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 17:36:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa watches Danny take hold of himself, trying to learn what touches bring him the most pleasure.<br><br>Her lips part as she breathes eagerly, feeling her nipples swelling and pushing against her bra as moisture floods her panties.<br><br>She squirms as she realizes that if she can scent her own arousal, the Skunk-boy's heightened senses must have picked it up as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 17:40:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He strokes himself slowly, moaning quietly and shutting his eyes as he shows off a little.<br><br>"I'm a naughty boy," he says softly.&nbsp; "I've been watching your breasts and wanting to touch them, and you bottom and wanting to feel it...and...and...and wondering if you wanted to use a strap-on on me and make me cry for you..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 17:51:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She watches his hand, studying the motions he uses to bring himself pleasure.<br><br>"That is naughty, Danny."<br><br>It's thrilling to have someone under her control when so much of her life has been decided by her father.&nbsp; Even the household staff respectfully steer her along a predetermined path.&nbsp; Melissa realizes that things could be different with Danny.<br><br>"I'm not sure that I should let you get away with being such a naughty boy..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 17:55:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He giggles softly, his hand speeding up.<br><br>"I'm your pet.&nbsp; You can do whatever you want with me..."<br><br>He opens his eyes again, looking up at her with adoration.<br><br>"Pinch my nipples again?&nbsp; Please?&nbsp; I like that very much."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 18:01:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She runs a hand up his belly, sliding through his fur to his prominent nipple.<br><br>"How hard do you want me to pinch, Danny?"<br><br>Flicking the little nub with her fingernail, she grasps it lightly between thumb and forefinger.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 18:04:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahhhh!"<br><br>He speeds his strokes up.<br><br>"That's...that's good..."<br><br>Biting his lower lip, he moans.<br><br>"Do you want me to come?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 18:09:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmm..."<br><br>She tweaks his nipple lightly, increasing pressure as he speeds up.<br><br>"Should I let you come?"<br><br>Melissa watches his face as his climax approaches.<br><br>"Why should I let you come, Danny?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 18:11:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gasps and squirms, slowing his hand a little.<br><br>"Ahhh!&nbsp; Oh...oh, please?&nbsp; Let me come because it would amuse you?"<br><br>He blushes.<br><br>"Or do you want to do it yourself?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 18:24:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh...no, I want you to make yourself come."<br><br>His gasps and moans of pleasure send heat shooting straight to her pussy.<br><br>"I want you to come, Danny.&nbsp; I want to watch you make yourself come."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 18:26:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm gonna...real soon," he says, shutting his eyes again.<br><br>"Am I naughty," he asks in a 'little boy' voice, stroking himself faster.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 18:30:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Danny...you are a naughty little boy."<br><br>She grew breathless as she picked up the game.<br><br>"You're such a dirty pet, so bad..."<br><br>Pinching tighter, she held pressure on his nipple instead of releasing right away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 18:31:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He squirmed even more, crying out softly...and then he came, pumping thick white seed all over his hand and tummy, thrashing his head from side to side as his climax took every toggle switch in his fuzzy little brain and threw them all to 'off'!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 18:36:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The bed shifted beneath them as he moved wildly.<br><br>She released his nipple as the muscles of his chest tensed and relaxed beneath her hand.<br><br>"That's a good boy...let go, Danny..." she whispered encouragement to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 18:38:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He whimpers as he relaxes, twitching as his body works through the climax.<br><br>"Do I please you," he whispered hopefully.&nbsp; "I...I want to please you..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 18:46:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa looks down at him in surprise.&nbsp; No one had ever worried about pleasing her before, including herself.<br><br>Tears spring to her eyes as she wonders how to answer his question.<br><br>Stalling, she unthinkingly swipes a finger through his seed, bringing it to her mouth to taste.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 18:48:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes go wide as he realizes she's tearing up.<br><br>"Did I do something wrong?&nbsp; I'm sorry!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 18:50:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sobbing lightly, she reaches with the same finger to quiet his lips.<br><br>"No, Danny...you didn't do anything wrong.&nbsp; You've made me very happy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 18:51:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He whimpers softly and tries to put his head in her lap, seeking to comfort her in a way that won't get her all messy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 19:00:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She works to regain control, breathing through her nose as she closes her eyes.<br><br>The weight of Danny's head in her lap does provide some comfort.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 19:02:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Snuggling in, Danny sighs.<br><br>"I please you, then?&nbsp; You like me naughty?"<br><br>He manages a giggle.<br><br>"Was it the bit about strap-ons?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 19:04:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I like everything about you, Danny."<br><br>She doesn't want him to question his worth in her eyes.<br><br>"To be honest, I'm not entirely certain I know what a strap-on is..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 19:13:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He giggles.<br><br>"It's like a big rubber cock that girls can use to, uhm, reverse the roles.&nbsp; Or with other girls."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 19:20:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushes.<br><br>"And you would like me to...use one with you?"<br><br>The idea was so surprising, she quickly regained the rest of her composure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 19:21:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny blushes.<br><br>"If you want.&nbsp; I'm your pet."&nbsp; He giggles softly.&nbsp; "I am here for your pleasure and companionship."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 19:27:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I think that you need a bath, Danny..."<br><br>She rises and heads to the bathroom, drawing a bath in the large tub.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 19:28:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He follows, grabbing a facial tissue or two to mop up the worst of the mess before following.<br><br>"Okay!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 19:35:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa undresses, leaning against the wall as she pulls off her tights and panties.&nbsp; Pulling on her bathrobe, she clips her hair back and lays out shampoo and conditioner with the bath stuff already beside the tub.<br><br>Testing the water, she sits on the edge and looks up at Danny.<br><br>"Alright, into the water."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 19:38:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Giggling, Danny slips into the water and settles his back against one side of the tub, making soft animal noises of pleasure and appreciation for the joys of hot water.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 22:20:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa pushes up her sleeves, leaning against Danny's shoulder as she picks up water in her cupped hand and gets him thoroughly wet.<br><br>"Is the water too hot?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-07-2008, 15:23:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No," he smiles.&nbsp; "It feels just about right..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>02-07-2008, 17:38:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's good."<br><br>Taking up the shampoo, she squeezes some into her hands and begins to lather Danny all over.&nbsp; Even with her sleeves rolled up, she is faced with the choice of getting them wet or not reaching his lower body.&nbsp; She shrugs her arms out of the sleeves of her robe, allowing it to pool around her waist as she gets more shampoo for the rest of him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-07-2008, 17:40:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He giggles softly, turning his head and body this way and that to make her job a little easier.<br><br>"That tickles," he announces a couple of times.<br><br>"I've never had a bath this way," he adds.&nbsp; "It's nice."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>02-07-2008, 17:44:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa goes after his ticklish spots, not enough to leave him breathless, but just teasing him a little.<br><br>"I've never bathed anyone else before either."<br><br>She pays particular attention to his tummy and hands, but avoids his cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-07-2008, 17:46:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He giggles and squirms a little, but seems to take her teasing in stride.<br><br>"Mmmmm...whatcha thinking?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>02-07-2008, 17:53:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Having shampooed his whole body, she begins to rinse the soap from his fur.<br><br>"Oh...I guess I'm just trying to figure out exactly what this is..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-07-2008, 17:54:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What is what?"<br><br>Danny tilts his head.<br><br>"You mean the whole me-pet you-owner thing?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>02-07-2008, 17:57:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes.&nbsp; When we first met, I'd imagined that we would be friends, more like equals.&nbsp; Now I find that I'm enjoying the idea of being in control, but I wonder if it's fair to you."<br><br>She caresses his soap free body.<br><br>"It doesn't seem right to take out my frustrations with my life on you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-07-2008, 18:00:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There's no reason we can't be equals and friends," Danny grins.&nbsp; "If I'm willing to let you take control, that's different than if you just did it.&nbsp; Does that make sense?"<br><br>He leaned back against her.<br><br>"You don't get to control a lot of your life, do you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>02-07-2008, 18:32:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It doesn't really make sense, but I think that's just because I'm confused right now.&nbsp; I'll have to think about it some more."<br><br>She unties her robe and slides into the tub with him, wrapping her arms around his midsection.<br><br>"No.&nbsp; But neither do you, huh?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-07-2008, 18:34:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He scoots over to let her settle in comfortably.<br><br>"Not really, no.&nbsp; But we're more or less trained to expect that.&nbsp; And so if you want...if you need...to take control, that's what I'm here to provide."<br><br>He lays his head on her shoulder.<br><br>"I am your pet, Melissa."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>02-07-2008, 18:37:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You say that so simply."<br><br>She leans her head against his, stroking one hand along his side.<br><br>"It really doesn't bother you?"<br><br>It bothered her, in reality she was little more than her father's pet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-07-2008, 18:40:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny falls silent for a moment, thinking this over.<br><br>"If I weren't a pet, what would I be?&nbsp; I don't mind being a friend and an equal, but outside the walls of your house, all anyone sees is a pet and a toy.&nbsp; Do I like it?&nbsp; Well...not really.&nbsp; Not all of it.&nbsp; Because I can never be seen as anything more than that.&nbsp; But if we know better, that's enough.&nbsp; And it doesn't change that I'm willing to be what you need."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>03-07-2008, 08:30:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She can't complain in the face of his open acceptance.<br><br>Shifting against him, she cups his cheek and tilts her head to fit her lips against his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-07-2008, 15:39:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He returns the kiss with a happy little hum, opening his lips to invite her tongue into his mouth...almost inviting her to take ownership, as it were.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>03-07-2008, 19:32:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa keeps the kiss light, teasing his lips with the tip of her tongue before drawing back with a sigh.&nbsp; She squeezes the skunk-boy and tickles his side.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-07-2008, 19:35:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He giggles softly, shuts his eyes, and relaxes again.<br><br>"So, uhm, now what?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>03-07-2008, 19:52:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks down, realizing that she had gotten the ends of her hair wet.<br><br>"Well, now I think we should finish our bath before we catch a cold..."<br><br>Dipping under the water, she wets her hair fully and stretches for the shampoo.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-07-2008, 19:52:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Awwww...should I get out and let you soak for a bit, then?"<br><br>Danny doesn't sound like he wants to move right now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 08:21:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa looks at him in surprise as she piles her hair on top of her head and begins to shampoo it.&nbsp; With her arms bent over her head, her soft round breasts lift out of the water.<br><br>"You don't need to get out...unless you want to."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 16:43:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny cracks one eye open and gazes upon her breasts with muted admiration...and one other unavoidable physical response!<br><br>"No," he says, "this is good.&nbsp; I'm enjoying this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 18:04:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Closing her eyes as sudsy water slides down her face, Melissa misses Danny's gaze.<br><br>"Hmmm...a nice warm soak is hard to beat, huh?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 18:19:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes," he giggles, resisting the tempation to reach out and touch her (but only just!)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 18:26:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lowering her arms, she opens her eyes and smiles before ducking under the water to rinse.<br><br>"Danny, did you want conditioner?"&nbsp; She turns to him with the bottle in her hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 18:28:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Huh?&nbsp; Oh...uhm, yes, please!"<br><br>He turns around and closes his eyes in anticipation of conditioner.<br><br>"And keep your hands in safe places, young lady!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 18:30:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sliding up behind him, she reaches around his body to stroke a decidedly 'unsafe' place.<br><br>"But I thought you were my pet...that I could take what I need with you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 18:37:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oooooo!"<br><br>He squirms, already fully erect when her hand brushes him.<br><br>"Y-yes, Melissa!&nbsp; I am your pet...your toy..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 18:40:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whispers in his ear as she wraps her hand around him, confidently stroking his length.<br><br>"And you really wouldn't want me to keep my hands in safe places, would you Danny?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 18:41:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"N-no, Melissa," he sighs softly, leaning against her.&nbsp; "I like your hands."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 18:45:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just so long as we have that clear."<br><br>She removes her hands from his body and retrieves the conditioner bottle, placing a dollop in her palm and working it into the fur on his back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 18:52:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Awwwww!"<br><br>He pouts when she removes her hand.<br><br>"But I was having fun!"<br><br>Nontheless, he leans forward cooperatively to let her work the conditioner into his fur.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 19:17:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, you got bossy..."<br><br>She alternates between spreading the lotion with her palms and scratching lightly with her nails.<br><br>"Besides, we can't stay in here forever."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 19:20:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He whimpers and squirms.<br><br>"How bossy?&nbsp; Bossy enough to bend me over and take me?"<br><br>It sounds like he's trying to tease her a bit, rather than daring her, but he seems just nervous enough to make it an invitation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 19:26:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe bossy enough to bend you over and spank you..."<br><br>The more he mentions it, the more she's intrigued by the idea of 'taking him'.<br><br>"After all, I haven't even mentioned yet your little stunt on the drive home...what were you thinking with Steve so close?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 19:28:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He squirms a bit.<br><br>"I was thinking it'd be fun to pleasure you," he whispers, "and naughty to do it with him so close and yet unknowing."<br><br>Gasping, he turns over one shoulder.<br><br>"Do I need a spanking?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 19:31:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think you do..."<br><br>She runs her hands over him, rinsing out the conditioner.<br><br>"But I'm going to finish my bath, first.&nbsp; You're done.&nbsp; I want you to dry off, then go sit on the sofa and wait for me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 19:39:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Squeaking with excitement, Danny scrambles out of the bath, dries himself in a hurry, and all but runs out of the room, giggling softly!&nbsp; Where she finds him, several minutes later, lying face down on the couch with his hard cock pinned between the cushions and his belly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 19:50:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa watches him through the doorway, taking her time in brushing and drying her hair.<br><br>Her bathrobe is cozy, but a bit bulky for what she has planned.&nbsp; She changes quietly into a large t-shirt and yoga pants.<br><br>Padding silently over to the sofa, she runs a hand over his bottom.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 19:51:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her touch makes him squeak, and he lifts his butt to meet her hand.<br><br>"Oooooo..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 19:56:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Stand up Danny."<br><br>Her voice comes out a little breathy as she finds herself growing excited.&nbsp; She isn't entirely successful at sounding strict and disapproving.<br><br>Once he has obeyed her, she sits in the center of the couch and encourages him to lay across her lap.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 19:57:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stands when she says to, and lays across her lap when she says...his hardness now brushing her thigh.<br><br>"Have I been a naughty boy, Mistress?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 20:02:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bracing one hand on the small of his back, she strokes his butt and tail, testing the thickness of his fur.<br><br>"You have been a very naughty boy, Danny.&nbsp; Are you sorry?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 20:03:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He giggles nervously.<br><br>"No!&nbsp; I like being naughty!&nbsp; I like the way your nipples harden when I talk dirty to you!&nbsp; I like the thought of your hands all over me!&nbsp; And the forbidden idea of being your little boy-slut!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 20:10:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My my..."<br><br>She shakes her head, even though he can't see it in his position.<br><br>"Such an unashamed little slut!&nbsp; What am I going to do with you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 20:11:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He giggles softly and wiggles his butt.<br><br>"Don't spank me!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 20:15:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*smack*<br><br>She brings her hand down smartly on his bottom, not really managing to bring a sting with this testing blow.<br><br>"Didn't I warn you about being bossy?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 20:16:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He squeaks and squirms, his cock brushing her leg.<br><br>"Owwwwie!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 20:24:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa presses more firmly on his back, holding his butt still as well.<br><br>"Danny, you need to stay still for your punishment.&nbsp; And when I ask you a question, I expect an answer.&nbsp; Is that clear?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 20:26:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Y-yes, Melissa," he squeaked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 20:41:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm..."<br><br>She slides her hand under his tail, running a finger lightly along to tickle the underside of his balls.<br><br>"So, my naughty little boy, how many smacks do you think you have earned today?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 20:43:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"As many as Mistress thinks I deserve for thinking naughty thoughts," he gasps, hanging his head low.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 20:50:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmm...well, it wouldn't be fair of me to punish you for naughty thoughts.&nbsp; I rather like those..."<br><br>She drums her fingers over his bottom as she considers.<br><br>"You're being punished for being bossy, Danny, and for your wicked behavior in the car with Alex."<br><br>Melissa takes a deep breath as she remembers those delicious moments in the car.<br><br>"There will be times when it will be acceptable for you to display initiative like that, Danny.&nbsp; We'll find our balance, okay?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 20:51:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He whimpers and nods, wiggling his bottom again.<br><br>"And for wanting you to take me like a boy-bitch?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 20:59:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, you aren't going to be punished for that, either.&nbsp; I'll never be angry with you for your desires, Danny.&nbsp; You don't have to be afraid to share your thoughts and wants with me."<br><br>Lightly patting his bottom, she reverts to a more teasing tone.<br><br>"So, for being bossy and taking me by surprise in the car, I think you deserve ten smack, pet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 21:02:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Twenty," he mewled.<br><br>Then, swallowing nervously, he wiggled his bottom again.<br><br>"Doggy-style...on the floor, your boobs pressed against my back, reaching around to stroke my cock while you pump me with a long rubber toy..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 21:09:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Heat floods her pussy as she pictures the scene he describes.<br><br>It seems that spanking may not be the most effective punishment for Danny.&nbsp; Since she wasn't truly angry with him, Melissa doesn't mind, but she resolves to think about the issue in case it becomes a true issue.<br><br>"I said ten, Danny, and it will be ten," she speaks in a severe tone.&nbsp; "But first, you must tell me why you're being punished."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 21:12:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"For being a bossy-mouth and surprising you in the car," he replies, wiggling some more.&nbsp; "But not for thinking about eating you out while you're at dinner with your girlfriends, sitting around the dining room table."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 21:19:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa pinches his bottom for the last addition.<br><br>"That's correct, Danny.&nbsp; And once you've taken your spanking, you'll be forgiven."<br><br>It has been years since Melissa's father last disciplined her with a spanking, and her childhood punishments had never been the least bit erotic, but she uses her memories to structure this scene.<br><br>"Now stay still, Danny, and be a good boy."<br><br>*smack*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 21:21:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Owwie," he complains playfully, barely managing to hold still.&nbsp; "Don't you like my idea?&nbsp; Your friends will be jealous..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 21:30:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That isn't the issue at hand, Danny," she stalls, unsure how to explain that she didn't really have girlfriends.&nbsp; The people she knew her own age were more acquaintances; children of her father's friends and business contacts with whom she'd never really bonded.<br><br>Melissa gently rubs the spot she'd spanked, trying to gauge if she needed to adjust the strength of her next strike.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 21:30:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No?"<br><br>He pouts playfully and wiggles his butt, waiting for the next stroke.<br><br>"Maybe we should get you some, so that they can watch jealously while I pleasure you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 22:08:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She isn't sure how she feels about such an act.&nbsp; Hearing Danny talk about such exhibitionism excites her, but Melissa isn't sure she'd ever want to act it out.<br><br>"We'll see about that.&nbsp; But that shouldn't be what's consuming your mind right now."<br><br>*SMACK*<br><br>Her next blow is a bit harder than the first.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 23:11:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny moans a bit louder, bowing his head submissively.<br><br>"Owwww..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 23:58:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa shifts her leg lightly, brushing against his hard cock.<br><br>"Here's my good boy...you'll get through this..."<br><br>*SMACK*<br><br>*SMACK*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 02:19:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny squirms and squeals, gasping as her leg brushes his head!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 03:02:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It's assuring that he is aroused by this; Melissa had never really imagined such a thing.&nbsp; But she supposed that if she found the idea appealing from her end, it was only natural to think that some people would enjoy the other side.<br><br>*smack*<br><br>"And that's half-way..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 03:06:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oooo!&nbsp; More!"<br><br>Danny gasped and squirmed.<br><br>"More!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 03:12:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grasps a pinch of the long fur of his tail between two fingers and tugs lightly.<br><br>"This is meant to be punishment, Danny," she reminds him in a laughing tone.<br><br>*SMACK*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 03:13:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Owwie!"<br><br>He squirms more.<br><br>"I can't help it!&nbsp; I keep thinking of you...and a strap-on...taking me in the shower and making some little slut suck my cock while you make me cry like a bitch..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 03:28:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*SMACK*<br><br>Melissa wondered if she was a bit odd that ideas like that did not occur to her, or maybe Exotics were exposed to such things as part of their training.<br><br>*SMACK*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 03:29:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Owwwwww!"<br><br>He struggles a bit more, gasping in between swats.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 04:05:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trusting that Danny would tell her if he found it too painful, Melissa increases her strength as she reaches the last few blows.<br><br>*SMACK*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 04:07:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He cries out wordlessly, struggling harder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 04:15:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"In addition to a strap-on so I can take you, Danny, I think I'm going to have to invest in some restraints.&nbsp; Maybe I'll have you lick my pussy while I do a bit of online shopping..."<br><br>*SMACK*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 04:16:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He howls...<br><br>"Oh!&nbsp; Oh, would you?&nbsp; Work my naughty ass with a toy while you suck me off?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 04:25:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm...you do have the most vivid imagination, pet.&nbsp; But now your spanking is over."<br><br>She still holds him over her lap, stroking his back and bottom as she ponders the ideas he's already given her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 04:29:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He wiggles and whimpers, rubbing his cock against her leg.<br><br>"Oooooo...restraints?&nbsp; Tie me down and jerk me off, then sit on my face?"<br><br>He giggled softly.<br><br>"Naughty, naughty, naughty..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 04:33:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She urges him up to sit beside her, tilting her head to the side as she studies his expression.<br><br>"Danny...is this what you really want?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 04:35:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stretches and grins up at her.<br><br>"Whatever <em>you</em> want," he says.&nbsp; "But I would not suggest things I would not want to do."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 04:47:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Surely you want something..."<br><br>She searches for some clue to how to really please him.<br><br>"If you could have anything, <em>anything</em>, right now, what would it be?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 04:48:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He giggles.<br><br>"Anything?"<br><br>Licking his chops, he stretches lazily.<br><br>"I'd like to fuck your titties while you talk dirty to me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 04:51:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blinks at that, glancing down as she reasons out exactly what he means.<br><br>"Oh...well, that's certainly doable..."<br><br>She blushes and fiddles with the hem of her shirt.<br><br>"How exactly...?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 05:11:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, you just...uhm...put me in between your breasts, and then squeeze them around me and move..."<br><br>He giggles again, blushing.<br><br>"You can play with your nipples and lick my head, too!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 06:36:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa looks down at Danny's cock, sliding to her knees in front of him.&nbsp; She draws her shirt over her head, breasts bouncing lightly as she lowers her arms.<br><br>"Like this...?"<br><br>Looking up at him through her lashes, she leans forward, cupping her generous breasts together.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 16:12:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahh!&nbsp; Y-yes..."<br><br>He giggles, shifting slightly and lifting his hips to thrust between her breasts.<br><br>"Oooo!&nbsp; Soft and warm and bouncy..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 02:59:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She feels a little silly in this position, but Danny's obvious enjoyment makes it worthwhile.&nbsp; <br><br>Searching for a bit more control in the situation, she began to move up and down, squeezing her tits together to massage his cock.<br><br>"Is this what you imagined, Danny?&nbsp; Fucking my titties?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 03:02:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes," he laughs, licking his muzzle happily.&nbsp; "It feels so wonderfully good!&nbsp; Oh, yes..."<br><br>He reaches out to stroke her hair.<br><br>"If I hold them, you could touch yourself!&nbsp; Then you can have fun, too."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 03:21:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa's nostrils flare as he encourages her to play with herself.&nbsp; She'd never done that before.<br><br>"You want to squeeze my breasts around your cock while I play with my pussy?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 03:22:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't you want to get some pleasure too?"<br><br>Danny almost pouts, possibly misunderstanding her hesitation.<br><br>"It isn't fair if I'm having all the orgasms."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 03:52:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She averts her gaze, not having really been aware that girls could have orgasms.<br><br>Melissa had never read Cosmo or other women's magazines, and had only thought of the male orgasm in terms of reproductive value.<br><br>"Umm...okay..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 03:55:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny blinks.<br><br>"You've never...?&nbsp; Never <em>ever</em>?&nbsp; Wow...and here I've been suggesting..."<br><br>He blushes furiously, but doesn't stop thrusting between her breasts.<br><br>"I've corrupted you!"<br><br>Then he giggles, clearly amused by the thought.<br><br>"Your daddy's gonna be sooo shocked...bet he didn't read the fine print!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 04:03:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tenses and flushes in embarrassment.<br><br>He was finally realizing exactly how sheltered she'd been, how little she'd experienced.<br><br>"Well...I don't think he really thinks of me in that context.&nbsp; And I wasn't planning on sharing this development with him."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 04:09:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good!&nbsp; 'Cause then he might take me away from you, and I like you!&nbsp; I like you very much.&nbsp; I want to stay as your pet."<br><br>Danny put his furry hands on her breasts, fondling them gently and pressing them around his cock.<br><br>"Mmmmm...maybe I should take charge?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 04:47:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling up at him, she nods gratefully.<br><br>Whether it was all theoretical or partially practical, it is clear to her that Danny has a good deal of the experience she lacks.<br><br>"Maybe..." she gasps as he takes hold of her breasts, "Maybe that would be best..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 04:49:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then lie down on the floor, and I'll mount you."<br><br>He grins.<br><br>"And while you keep your boobies snug around me, I'll reach back and tease your virgin pussy!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 05:08:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Biting her lower lip, she reluctantly pulls back from him.<br><br>Standing, she pushes down her stretchy yoga pants, pausing with the waistband just beneath her slit as she catches sight of Danny's pre-cum coating the inside curves of her breasts.&nbsp; <br><br>Shaking herself, she continues removing her pants, trying to remind herself that he had seen her naked earlier in the bath.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 05:10:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Licking his muzzle, he climbs on top of her.<br><br>"Now hold your boobies around me, pretty girl!"<br><br>Reaching back, he trails his warm and furry fingers down her belly toward her sex.<br><br>"Tell me you want it," he says softly.&nbsp; "Ask me to do it.&nbsp; Please.&nbsp; It's important."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 05:26:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa reminds herself that she trusts Danny as he straddles her chest, the short Skunk looming over her.<br><br>Her breath hisses in as he brushes her belly, eyes growing big.<br><br>His words lead her to relax.<br><br>"Please, Danny...I want you touch my pussy while I squeeze my breasts around your cock.&nbsp; I've been thinking about what you said before...about you spurting on my face?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 05:28:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny shuts his eyes and sighs happily.<br><br>"You want me to?"<br><br>His fingers cautiously explore her, prying her open and brushing her clit, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through her body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 05:54:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She studies his expression for disapproval, breathing easily when she finds none.<br><br>"Uh...ahh..ye..."<br><br>She nods dumbly, unable to formulate a response.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 16:00:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny giggles.<br><br>"Hold them tighter and lick your nipples for me," he says.&nbsp; "I like watching girls do that."<br><br>His fingers continue to probe and tease, stimulating her gently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 19:40:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Obediently, Melissa pushes her breasts tighter around Danny.<br><br>Her tongue brushes the head of his cock as she lifts her head to lick her nipples.<br><br>Pulling back for a moment, she speaks breathlessly.<br><br>"Danny...this feels so good..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 19:44:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes," he giggles, "it does!&nbsp; Lick them some more!&nbsp; Does it make your belly tingle?"<br><br>His fingers speed up, pinching her clit lightly and rolling it.<br><br>"Pinch them," he adds softly.&nbsp; "Pinch your nipples!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 20:15:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craning her head forward, she slides her tongue over her hard pink nipples.<br><br>"Mmm-hmmmm..." she moans around her tit, pushing it up to allow her to suckle, hot mouth drawing on the soft flesh.<br><br>His pinching of her clit causes her to arch her back, belly pressing up against his ass while her head falls back to the carpet.<br><br>Heat flares in her eyes as she runs her thumbs across her nipples, then pinches them lightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 20:21:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny giggles, thrusting a little faster.<br><br>"Feels good, huh?&nbsp; Press them around me again and jiggle a bit."<br><br>One finger slipped lower, teasing her perineum.<br><br>"...sooooo good...gonna come soon..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 21:07:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa opens to Danny's touch, wantonly grinding against his hand.<br><br>She pushes her breasts tighter around him and shimmies, certain that her dance instructors had never intended her to use their lessons this way.<br><br>"Mmmm...Danny...is this what you pictured today every time you stared at my breasts?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 01:35:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oooo, yes!&nbsp; Yes, it is!&nbsp; This is what boys think about when they watch your boobs!&nbsp; Do you know what they think about when they watch you walk by?"<br><br>He catches her clit, tugging it playfully between two fingers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 09:53:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Umm...no...ah!"<br><br>She gasps as he teases her clit.<br><br>"What do boys think about when girls walk by?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 15:27:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Spanking and fucking your delicious ass," Danny grins, thrusting even faster.&nbsp; "Oh...oh, I'm close...gonna...on your face..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 20:54:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa is a bit shocked to hear her sweet Danny sharing such thoughts about her, but feels her pussy spasm as he grins down at her.&nbsp; Her eyes widen and her mouth falls open as cries of ecstasy are ripped from her throat.&nbsp; "Danny!"&nbsp; Shuddering, she manages to keep her breasts pressed around his cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 20:56:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shivers and groans, suddenly spurting over her face, neck, and breasts!<br><br>"Ohhhhh!&nbsp; Oh, yes...oooooo..."<br><br>And his hand grinds down against her clit, one fingertip slipping lower to press against her anus.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 21:47:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gasping as Danny's hot cum splatters over her skin, Melissa tenses as he teases her tight bud.<br><br>"Ahh!&nbsp; Danny...?&nbsp; What..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 21:54:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sags, his tail almost wagging, and he moves his hand a little so that he is teasing her pussy again with no straying fingers.<br><br>"Oh, that...that was <em>wonderful</em>!&nbsp; You seem to like it, too.&nbsp; Does it feel good, having me there?&nbsp; Between your boobies, I mean."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 22:21:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa giggles a bit as his tail tickles her skin, nearly displacing the Skunk as she jumps and tries to cringe away.<br><br>"Ummm..."&nbsp; She considers his question, not entirely certain how everything felt.&nbsp; "Yes."<br><br>Not really wanting to discuss this further, she attempts to distract him, leaning forward to taste his essence off of her breast.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 22:26:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He giggles.<br><br>"Only naughty girls like the taste of boy!&nbsp; Are you naughty?"<br><br>His fingers tease her clit, rolling and pinching softly and tugging...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 00:13:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grins.<br><br>"It would be a pretty sad thing for you if I wasn't!"<br><br>It surprises her to feel her pussy begin to stir once more, pleasure winding through her again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 14:53:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I should let you go clean up," Danny stuck out his tongue, still teasing her sex.&nbsp; "I should.&nbsp; But I won't!&nbsp; Not until you say the secret word and promise to play with yourself in the bath."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 17:13:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This does seem to be an issue of being sexually active; Melissa finds herself in need of a bath for the third time today.&nbsp; How did people have time for all of this?<br><br>"Ah...please?&nbsp; Danny, may I please go take a bath?" He seems to be enjoying taking charge. "I...I promise I'll play with myself."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 17:17:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He scrambles off of her.<br><br>"Sure.&nbsp; I'll just...lie here and daydream...mmmm...about watching you play...like a naughty, naughty girl..."<br><br>He giggles and stretches out on the bed, yawning.<br><br>"Mmmm...does tend to make a boy sleepy..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 17:38:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It does seem a bit excessive to take two baths so quickly together.&nbsp; Melissa opts for the shower, tucking her hair into a shower cap and climbing under the warm spray.<br><br>Detaching the shower head, she directed the spray all over her body, focusing on her chest.&nbsp; Once she is thoroughly wet, the girl replaces the head and reaches for her shower gel, soaping herself all over.<br><br>It's as she lathers her breasts and encounters her hard nipples that she remembers her promise to play with herself.&nbsp; Moaning lightly, she rolls and pinches her nipples, a bit surprised at the heat that shoots to her pussy as she pinches hard enough to cause pain.&nbsp; Alternating between breasts with one hand, she slides the other down her belly to her hot core, exploring her sex for the first time.<br><br>Her fingers seem a bit clumsy, but remembering Danny's touches, she quickly finds a rhythm, fingering her slit and rolling her clit, crying out as she brings herself to climax.<br><br>A bit embarrassed, she finishes her ablutions quickly and dries off, heading to the bedroom to change into her pajamas.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 17:41:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				By the time she emerges, Danny is already snoozing peacefully, with an oh so very innocent look on his furry face and a returning erection...he murmurs something and rolls over onto his side, away from her.<br><br>If she were more confident, if she were more aggressive, he'd probably be in a lot of trouble, being so vulnerable.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 17:53:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Absently, Melissa pulls on cotton panties and a nightdress, climbing up into the bed.&nbsp; Sliding under the covers, she lies on her stomach, arms wrapping around a pillow.<br><br>Danny's back brushes her arm and the leg she pulls up automatically.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 17:55:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a moment, Danny turns over and curls up around her, his growing hardness pressing against her soft bottom.&nbsp; He murmurs something unclear in his sleep...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 05:54:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa held her breath for a moment as Danny moved against her.&nbsp; She wasn't used to sleeping with another, but found that she actually enjoyed his warm presence.&nbsp; Releasing her breath with a sigh, she joined him in sleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 14:33:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she wakes, she finds that Danny as almost wrapped himself around her in his sleep, and his rampant erection is pressing impudently against the soft swell of her ass...which wouldn't be so embarrassing if he weren't slowly and gently grinding against her!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 16:16:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa awakens with a sigh, finding her ability to stretch greatly inhibited by Danny's form wrapped around her.&nbsp; Her muscles shift and flex against him as what was meant to be a full-body extension turns into contained squirming.&nbsp; "Hmmm...Danny?"&nbsp; Her voice is a soft whisper.&nbsp; "Are you awake?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 16:17:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nu-unh," he answers sleepily, pressing even more firmly against her...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 16:22:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uhmm..."&nbsp; She tries to shift away from him and let him sleep, but his hold on her prevents the move, and all she manages is to wiggle her bottom against his groin.&nbsp; "If you want to sleep more, Danny, can you let me get up?"<br><br>How could he be sleeping when that part of him was so obviously awake?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 16:24:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahhh...do...do that 'gain, please?&nbsp; Feels so <em>goooood</em>..."<br><br>His hold slips a bit, dropping to her hips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 16:34:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa realizes that her nightgown had bunched up around her waist in the night, with only her thin cotton panties separating Danny's cock from her bottom.<br><br>Sighing indulgently, the girl rolled them onto their sides, lifting one leg to bend back over his, shifting her ass to slide against his cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 16:35:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oooooo," he breathes, grinding a little more.&nbsp; "So soft...and warm..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 17:13:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It occurs to Melissa that if things follow their natural course, she and Danny will need to wash again.&nbsp; In a bid to save time, she makes a suggestion, taking a moment to consider how to put this in a sexy way.<br><br>"Danny...I want to feel you all wet and slippery.&nbsp; Let's take this to the shower..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 17:18:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He yawns.<br><br>"Awwww!&nbsp; That means I gotta move..."<br><br>But he lets go of her and scoots toward the other side of the bed, yawning and stretching as he goes.<br><br>"Not the bath today?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 17:22:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Danny...I'm not complaining, honestly, but...if we primarily use the tub to clean up, we'd never do anything besides play and clean up."<br><br>She pauses by the hamper to remove her nightie and panties, checking out Danny's body as she pulls on her shower cap.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 17:24:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stretches again, completely without modesty or self-consciousness, as if casual nudity is something he's used to (and in the creche, it may well be normal).&nbsp; Then he pads in after her, licking his chops and enjoying the sway of her pert bottom.<br><br>"But I like playing," he says with a boyish pout.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 17:28:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She kisses his pouting mouth, nipples growing hard as they brush his soft fur.<br><br>"Mmmm...and showers will give us more time to play while still accomplishing other things."<br><br>Taking bold action, she gives him a quick squeeze and stroke before moving to turn on the shower.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 17:32:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh?"<br><br>He grins.<br><br>"Oh!&nbsp; Okay!"<br><br>He follows a little faster, reaching out to run his furry fingers teasingly up the base of her spine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 17:58:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa closes her eyes and inhales deeply, back arching at his light touch.<br><br>His open appreciation of her body and honest arousal begin to have an effect on her; she is no longer simply looking to just get him off as her own body begins to make demands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 18:00:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He waits impatiently for her to start the shower, then for her to get in, before finally joining her under the warm spray of water with small, soft animal noises of sheer pleasure.<br><br>"Ooooo!"<br><br>The idea of playing around seems to have skipped his mind, at least for a few moments.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 19:06:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She leans back against the cool tile, watching him under the spray, fur molding to his body.<br><br>Still mildly aroused, the girl slips a hand down her belly, running her fingers through the neatly trimmed hair of her pussy to rub herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 19:08:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He finally turns and leans against the wall, opening his eyes to watch her playing...and smiles beautifically.<br><br>"Oooo, naughty!&nbsp; Should I spank you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 20:44:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As much as she enjoyed letting Danny take control the night before, Melissa didn't think she would enjoy being spanked.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Well, I'd much rather you take over what I'm doing while I return the favor..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 20:46:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oooooo..."<br><br>Danny wastes no time in reaching out, trailing his fingers down her belly until they slip between her thighs and caress her sex.<br><br>"Like this?"<br><br>One finger presses against her clit.<br><br>"Or like this?"<br><br>Then he catches her between two fingers which squeeze her firmly yet gently...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 20:51:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahh..."<br><br>Melissa spreads her legs and leans into Danny, drawing in a deep breath.<br><br>"Ummm...both are nice."<br><br>Eyes locked with his, she gropes blindly for his cock, wrapping her small hand around his length and stroking firmly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 20:54:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahhh!"<br><br>He squirms a bit when she grabs him, but relaxes quickly and keeps probing her gently, keeping his touches light and teasing...letting one finger slide back along her perineum and threaten violation while he bends to flick his tongue across her nipples.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 03:11:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uhh..."<br><br>Her nipples harden as he teases them with his tongue.&nbsp; Bracing one hand against the wall, she arches her back, sliding her lips along Danny's fingers towards her front.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 03:13:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Giggling, he repeats the teasing pattern...one finger gliding back to threaten, then returning to tease her lips again.<br><br>"Shall I spank you while you finger yourself," he asks, batting his eyes at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 03:18:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Danny...I don't think..." she blushes and averts her eyes, hand stilling and loosening it's grip on his manhood.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 03:24:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What?&nbsp; What is it?"<br><br>He stops at once, blinking and blushing and pulling back as if shocked that he might have done something wrong.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 03:27:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pushing away from the wall, she follows him, cheek sliding against his as she maintains contact.<br><br>"You don't have to stop, Danny.&nbsp; I just...I don't know if I'm ready for what you're suggesting.&nbsp; Do we have to keep adding new things before I'm used to the old new things?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 03:29:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pouts.<br><br>"I guess not.&nbsp; I'll try not to go too fast.&nbsp; But..."<br><br>He blushes and looks demurely away.<br><br>"You'd make nice noises, I bet!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 04:12:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nuzzling his neck, Melissa smiles into his fur.<br><br>Her breasts flatten against his chest as she hugs him warmly.<br><br>"Well, I'm not saying never...just not now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 04:25:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He giggles again, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his hard cock against her belly.<br><br>"Okay!&nbsp; Later.&nbsp; But I <em>will</em> do it, just so's you know."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 04:51:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, maybe one day..."<br><br>She smiles and shifts against him, sliding her soft skin against him.<br><br>"And here I thought we'd save time by playing in the shower."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 04:54:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shivers with excitement, giggles softly, and slides his hands down to squeeze her ass.<br><br>"You think?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 05:02:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm learning otherwise..."<br><br>His cock is squeezed between their bellies as she pushes her bottom into his hands.<br><br>Her breath whispers in his ear and Melissa traces the tip with her tongue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 05:08:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He giggles, kneading her bottom.<br><br>"Stroke me again, please?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 05:21:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pulling away from him reluctantly, Melissa obligingly takes him in hand once more.&nbsp; Smiling into his eyes, she slowly kneels before him, angling her body to keep the shower spray from blasting her face.&nbsp; The girl brings her second hand up to his cock.&nbsp; <br><br>"You liked coming on my face last night, didn't you Danny?&nbsp; Spraying your seed all over my breasts?&nbsp; Do you want that again?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 05:26:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ooooo!"<br><br>He backs up until he can brace against the shower wall, nodding.<br><br>"Yes, I did!&nbsp; I liked coming on you!&nbsp; I like playing with you...I like your touch..."<br><br>He closes his eyes and sighs.<br><br>"I'd like to do more, but since you want to stay a good girl I have to keep thinking of safer stuff."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 05:32:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Biting her lip, she looks up at him fretfully.<br><br>"It's not about being a good girl, Danny.&nbsp; It's just that everything's so new, I have difficulty processing it all.&nbsp; In the heat of the moment, things seem a bit scary."<br><br>She strokes him with both hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 05:35:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods, whimpering softly as she strokes him.<br><br>"Wanna...wanna be inside you...deep...feel you moving under me...make you come..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 05:39:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa draws in an excited breath, releasing it to blow lightly over the head of his cock.<br><br>Still stroking, she feeds his arousal with her voice.<br><br>"You want to be inside me, Danny?&nbsp; Do you want to thrust your cock deep in my virgin pussy?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 06:34:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He squirms.<br><br>"Y-yes...yes, I do..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 12:33:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmm..."<br><br>She holds his cock by the root, aiming it down toward her breasts while her second hand slides over him.<br><br>"Are you going to lift my legs up over your shoulders and pound yourself into me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 15:48:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If...ahhh...if you wish.&nbsp; Or...or put you on all fours and take you doggy-style.&nbsp; Or let you ride me, on top, your beautiful breasts bouncing and swaying while you grind on my cock..."<br><br>He moans softly.<br><br>"Oooo...that feels so <em>gooooood</em>..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>14-07-2008, 04:13:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Are you close, Danny?"<br><br>Melissa speeds up her strokes, leaning forward to rub her nipples across the broad head of his cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-07-2008, 15:13:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Y-yes," he hisses, rocking his hips slowly.&nbsp; "I'm very close!&nbsp; Do you want me to...uhm...all over your face again?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>14-07-2008, 18:56:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmm...yes Danny..."<br><br>She parts her lips and looks up at him, breasts pressed together as she reaches up to caress him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-07-2008, 19:01:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shivers again, then cries out and shoots copiously on her face and breasts, howling with his release!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 19:40:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa milks him, feeling the hot spatter of his release mix with the softer, warm beat of the shower spray.&nbsp; The girl smiles at the Skunk's exclamation of pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 19:42:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny slumps, then carefully slides down the shower wall until he can seat himself, legs splayed out, water pouring down his sleek and furry form.<br><br>"Oooo..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 19:56:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She slowly stands, turning her face into the spray to wash it clean.<br><br>"Danny...are you okay?"<br><br>The girl leans down to look him in the eye, reaching out to touch his shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 19:58:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wheeeeee," he grins, his head lolling to one side.&nbsp; "I'm fiiiiiiine...a little light-headed, though..."<br><br>He giggles, reaching up to brush her flank.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 20:07:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling down at him, Melissa turns and grabs the shower gel, squirting some into a loofah.&nbsp; Beginning with her chest, she lathers her body, stretching and twisting to reach her back and extremities.<br><br>"Come on, Danny...don't you want breakfast?&nbsp; It's time to start the day!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 20:11:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He yawns.<br><br>"That'd require moving," he giggles.&nbsp; "And right now I'm real sleepy again..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 20:21:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well...not in the shower, silly."<br><br>Skin rinsed and rosy from the light scrubbing, she bends to urge him up.<br><br>"Come on, a quick rinse and we'll get out and dry off.&nbsp; If you really want to go back to bed after that, you can."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 20:23:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laughing, Danny soaps himself up again and rinses off before following her out to dry off.<br><br>"What're we going to do today," he asks cheerfully.&nbsp; "Besides my watching your body and thinking of more naughty stuff?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 20:25:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushes as she rubs a towel over her body.<br><br>"Well...it isn't raining today, but it's still cloudy and probably soggy outside, so I think I'd rather stay inside.&nbsp; What would you like to do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 20:26:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny grins and giggles but doesn't answer her question...not right away, at least.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 21:06:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're a goofball."<br><br>Shaking her head, Melissa heads out to the bedroom, keeping her towel wrapped around herself as she selects underwear and walks to the closet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 21:09:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He giggles again, dries off, and follows her...pulling on a loose pair of shorts and a tee shirt.<br><br>"You say that like it's a bad thing to enjoy watching you and thinking about doing stuff with you and...and all the rest," he blushes demurely.&nbsp; "Even that really naughty stuff."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 22:07:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There's nothing bad about it..." her voice is muffled as she closes the door to the closet almost all the way.<br><br>"I just didn't realize men thought about that so constantly.&nbsp; How do you all manage to rule the world when you're so distracted?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 22:09:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny blinks.<br><br>"We rule the world?"<br><br>He tilts his head to one side, thinking about this.<br><br>"I suppose that's true.&nbsp; Who goes to school, and who gets to lounge around in front of the fire, thinking naughty thoughts?"<br><br>Then he laughs, rocking back and forth and hugging himself in merriment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 22:40:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa pokes her head out of the closet, revealing a creamy shoulder bisected by a dark pink bra strap.<br><br>"I meant men in general, not you in particular...although I suppose your assessment is accurate."<br><br>She ducks back inside and shortly emerges, dressed casually for herself in white tights, a grey knee-length skirt, and a dark pink scoop-necked sweater.<br><br>"So...breakfast?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 01:39:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He yawns.<br><br>"Perhaps it is a human thing?&nbsp; We don't have much else to think about, really.&nbsp; We aren't encouraged to be deep thinkers, you know.&nbsp; Shallow and compliant, that's us."<br><br>He nods at the suggestion of breakfast, his stomach growling audibly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 02:22:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She reaches out to grab his arm, making him look at her.<br><br>"You're not shallow, Danny.&nbsp; I don't want to hear you thinking that.&nbsp; I'm sorry if I made it seem I thought that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 03:54:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles.<br><br>"It's okay!&nbsp; I don't mind."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 04:00:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I mind.&nbsp; I won't let anyone belittle you like that, not even you."<br><br>She sighs and bumps against him.<br><br>"Come on, lets go get breakfast."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 04:02:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stretches, yawns, and follows.<br><br>"Breakfast sounds good!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 04:09:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Arm and arm, they make their way downstairs, settling at the dining room table.<br><br>"Good morning, Lucy," she greets the maid who hurries out to greet them.<br><br>"Good morning, Miss Melissa," the maid says.&nbsp; "...Danny."<br><br>She's clearly confused as to how to greet the mistress's pet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 05:39:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny grins and waves hello, acting a bit bashful but not refusing to be friendly.<br><br>"Hi!&nbsp; What's for breakfast, please?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 19:19:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucy smiles at the Skunk-boy.&nbsp; He might be unusual, but already he seemed to be making Miss Melissa happy, so that was alright.<br><br>"I'm sure Sandra can prepare whatever you would like, Danny.&nbsp; Miss Melissa, what would you like?"<br><br>Melissa considers for a moment.&nbsp; She'd indulged yesterday with french toast and fast food, but still wanted something filling.<br><br>"I think I'd like some oatmeal, Lucy.&nbsp; Thank you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 20:14:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oatmeal," Danny echoes, his tail almost but not quite wagging.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 20:18:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucy nods and heads to the kitchen.<br><br>"So, Danny, after breakfast, what would you like to do today?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 20:30:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As before, Danny giggles mischievously but does not answer...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 20:33:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa shakes her head, reaching for a glass and the carafe of ice water before them.&nbsp; Pouring a glass for herself, she looks to Danny.<br><br>"Did you want water, or something else?&nbsp; I'm sure there's coffee, or tea, or juice..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 21:09:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Water's good," he chirps.&nbsp; "I don't think you wanna see me on caffeine."<br><br>Licking his muzzle, he settles back and grins at her in a knowing, slightly naughty way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 21:15:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shrugging, she pours him a glass of water.<br><br>"I'll take your word for it."<br><br>She refuses to admit that she doesn't really understand his warning.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 21:38:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Think about it.&nbsp; Hyper pet on caffeine," he clairifies, waggling his eyebrows.&nbsp; "Am I not spastic enough already?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 21:41:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well...I don't know about that.&nbsp; I'm fairly boring, so...you keep things interesting."<br><br>She looks up with a smile as Lucy comes in with a tray.&nbsp; The maid settles it between them, placing an empty bowl before each and ladling in a generous portion of oatmeal.&nbsp; Also on the tray are syrup, berries, and brown sugar.<br><br>"There, did you need anything else, Miss Melissa?"<br><br>"No thank you, Lucy, this is perfect.&nbsp; Danny, did you need something?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 21:55:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oooo, berries!"<br><br>Danny barely even notices the question.<br><br>"No, thanks, this is good!"<br><br>He spoons several into his cereal and begins eating enthusiastically, his tail waving back and forth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 00:57:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa smiles and spoons some sugar into her oatmeal, choosing to pop the berries directly into her mouth.<br><br>She eats more slowly than the skunk-boy, slowly stirring and taking time between bites.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 03:44:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Watching Danny eat is a little like watching a small child with a new game.&nbsp; He's so enthusiastic, so completely absorbed by the present activity...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 04:09:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles at Danny's endless enthusiasm, enjoying her own oatmeal.<br><br>Soon her spoon scrapes the bottom of her bowl.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 04:12:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				By this time, Danny is kicking his feet idly under the table, resting his chin on his hands and making puppy-eyes at her.<br><br>"So what're we gonna do today?"<br><br>He grins and waggles his eyebrows again, clearly thinking something involving nudity, the fireplace upstairs, and several mutual orgasms.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 04:15:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We could watch a movie...or read...?"<br><br>It's difficult to say if she is serious or teasing him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 04:16:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He giggles.<br><br>"Or play," he says softly.&nbsp; "So many very naughty indoor games!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 02:07:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grinning, Melissa looks around, making sure no one else had heard him.<br><br>"Shhh..."<br><br>The girl blushes as she considers his suggestion.<br><br>"There isn't anything else you'd rather do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 02:31:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'We can't go play outside," he says.&nbsp; "And we went shopping yesterday, plus a movie and stuff.&nbsp; So today it would be reasonable to stay in."<br><br>He manages to make this sound mostly innocent.<br><br>"Besides, I thought you liked the idea of pegging me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 02:47:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not complaining, it's just...well, what's 'pegging'?"<br><br>She blushes and brushes her hair behind her ear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 02:49:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He giggles.<br><br>"That's where <em>you</em> get to be the boy."<br><br>Winking and pouting in a rather flirtatious fashion, he pushes his bowl away and gets up from the table, sauntering off with a saucy little laugh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 03:08:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa sat back in her chair, contemplating the prospect.&nbsp; He'd talked about this before, but she still wasn't certain how it would work...<br><br>Sighing, she got up and followed him out of the room, waiting until they were inside her bedroom before talking anymore about this.<br><br>"But Danny, I thought we needed...I forget what you called it?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 03:12:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A strap-on dildo," he said, completely bereft of shame.&nbsp; "Or you can just make me ride your leg, which doesn't involve penetration but which carries pretty much the same emotional overtones."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 03:32:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well...we talked last night about looking online for a... a strap-on dildo..." she repeats the words, finding them strange on her tongue.&nbsp; "If it's something you're really interested in, we should look into it."<br><br>Melissa moves up to him, leaning close to his body.&nbsp; "And...I'm not entirely certain how that other thing works..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 03:36:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The point is, do <em>you</em> want to fuck me like a boy?"<br><br>Danny rolled his eyes.<br><br>"Do <em>you</em> want to abuse me and tease my naughty ass and make me your little Skunky fuck-toy?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 03:46:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't roll your eyes at me, Danny.&nbsp; I'm trying my best to be honest with you, but the truth is I don't know about any of this.&nbsp; How can I know what I want when half the things you ask me about are things I've never heard of?"<br><br>She sighs and huffs away from him.<br><br>"I want to try things, and I want you to be happy too, but that's about the limit of what I know..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 04:26:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pouts.<br><br>"I'm sorry," he says sheepishly.&nbsp; "I don't mean it to sound that way!&nbsp; Honest!&nbsp; Just...I was expecting to be some rich old woman's fuck-toy, not a pretty girl's pet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 04:32:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I just..."<br><br>Melissa lounges on the sofa and gestures him over.<br><br>"I'll tell you if I don't want to try something, but...do you really want to do everything you're suggesting?&nbsp; Or are you only saying what you think you're supposed to?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 04:37:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny giggles bashfully.<br><br>"I wouldn't suggest it if I didn't like it...'cause you might wanna do something I don't like, you know?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 04:49:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She studies his face, wondering if he really feels this way or if he is just trying to be a good pet.<br><br>"You promise?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 04:54:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods solemnly.<br><br>"Yes, Melissa, I promise.&nbsp; I wouldn't suggest that you take me like a boy if I didn't like it...or if I thought you wouldn't."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 16:42:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling, Melissa held out her arms, inviting him into her embrace.<br><br>"Come here Danny."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 17:43:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He accepts gleefully, pressing himself against her and resting his head on her shoulder.<br><br>"Am I right?&nbsp; Does the thought of being dominant like that please you?&nbsp; Do you like the idea of taking me and making me moan and cry while you fill me?"<br><br>He gives her neck a gentle lick.<br><br>"Others ask so much of you.&nbsp; It only seems fair that you should be in charge sometimes."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 18:04:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cuddling him close, she nods and sighs.<br><br>"You are right, Danny.&nbsp; I may not know the specifics, but the idea does appeal to me."<br><br>She runs her hands along his sides and belly.<br><br>"But where does that leave you, Danny?&nbsp; When do you get to be in charge?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 21:31:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny squeals with delight, squirming as she runs her hands over his body.<br><br>"Goody!&nbsp; I love being pegged!"<br><br>He tries to turn in her arms, tilting his head so she can kiss his neck if she wants, pressing his butt back against her.<br><br>"I get to be in charge when you say you want me to be in charge."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-07-2008, 17:01:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa sighs into her pet's neck, deciding to trust Danny's word that he is happy with their arrangement.<br><br>"Well...if you find yourself wanting a turn being in charge, don't be afraid to ask."<br><br>Content to snuggle with him on the sofa, Melissa settles into the cushions, petting Danny and occasionally brushing her lips over his fur.<br><br>A knock on the door interrupts their quiet time.<br><br>"Miss Melissa?" Lucy's voice comes through the door.&nbsp; "There is a package here for you, it says it's from the store where your father purchased Danny."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-07-2008, 17:10:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny pulls away quickly and curls up on the floor next to the bed, pretending to be so very innocent and not at all interested in being ravished by his mistress in case the maid peeks into the room.&nbsp; A sudden glint in his eye is Melissa's first warning that he's getting an idea...and it's likely an naughty one.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-07-2008, 17:24:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She casts a suspicious glance his way as she moves to the door.&nbsp; Pulling it open, Melissa smiles at the maid.&nbsp; "Thank you Lucy."&nbsp; Her eyes widen a bit as she takes in the large box in the arms of Steve, standing behind Lucy in the hallway.&nbsp; "And thank you Steve."&nbsp; She steps back into the room.&nbsp; "I suppose you should just set that in the middle of the room.&nbsp; We'll look through it later."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-07-2008, 17:30:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny continues to play innocent as the box is placed and the servants depart.&nbsp; Then, almost before the door is closed, he bounds over and examines the box with considerable enthusiasm.<br><br>"Can we open it?&nbsp; Can we open it?"<br><br>That child-like joy is back with a vengeance, and with or without Melissa's permission he's soon tearing the box open.<br><br>"Oooooo!"<br><br>And starts digging through the contents, which prove in short order to be:<br><br>A number of suspiciously phallic objects in various sizes.<br>A few vibrators with batteries provided.<br>A sizeable box of condoms.<br>A harness (which Danny hands to Melissa).<br>Several tubes of lubricant.<br>A leash and collar.<br>A number of restraints: a doggy-style spreader, two regular spreader bars, matching wrist-and-thigh cuffs, and lots of silk rope.<br>And a riding crop.<br><br>Through each blush-inducing revelation, Danny keeps giggling like a small boy unwrapping a huge train set at Christmastime...or his birthday.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-07-2008, 20:29:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa laughs as Danny tears into the package, blushing as she catches sight of the items he's pulling from the box.&nbsp; When he hands her the harness, the girl looks down at it in confusion, spreading it between her hands like a game of Cat's Cradle.<br><br>"I hope you know what all of these are..."<br><br>She shivers at the sight of the restraints.<br><br>"They look a bit...industrial..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-07-2008, 20:35:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Holding up a small butt-plug for her inspection, Danny giggles.<br><br>"They're for when I've been a very, very bad pet," he says.&nbsp; "Or for when you want to be topped.&nbsp; Or if you have some friends over who want to play."<br><br>He licks his muzzle.<br><br>"Oooo, there's a wicked thought!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>20-07-2008, 21:10:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"With just one problem...what friends?"<br><br>She disentangles herself from the harness, setting it aside to reach for the butt-plug.<br><br>"And this goes..."<br><br>Blushing, Melissa trails off as she realizes the intended location for the object in her hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-07-2008, 21:13:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny giggles.<br><br>"That's <em>exactly</em> where it goes!"<br><br>He keeps rummaging around.<br><br>"I wonder which of my instructors sent this?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 05:27:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa rolls her eyes; he seems to love when she's embarrassed.<br><br>"Is there a note?"<br><br>Moving behind him, she peeks over his shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 15:05:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uhhhhm...nope.&nbsp; Just the stuff."<br><br>Danny glances up at her.<br><br>"Sooooo, this give you any ideas?"<br><br>He grins playfully.<br><br>"Because I'm overdressed, I think.&nbsp; I'll just go stretch out by the fire..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 20:35:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks between Danny and the 'toys' someone had sent them.&nbsp; <br><br>Had she been given any ideas?&nbsp; That was one way to put it, though it would be more accurate to say that she was feeling a bit overwhelmed by the possibilities these items opened up.&nbsp; It was one thing to feel a thrill as Danny whispered naughty ideas and agree that if they only had the requisite items they could act on those fantasies and a whole other ball of wax to actually have the opportunity.<br><br>"Ummm..." Melissa swallows nervously, "Yes..."<br><br>Frowning in concentration, she picks up the smallest vibrator and a bottle of lubricant, turning it so she can read the instructions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 20:37:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny stretched playfully, then rolled over onto his hands and knees and crawled over by the fireplace before stripping off his shirt and tossing it aside.&nbsp; Flopping over onto his back, he splayed out and skritched his belly in a highly suggestive fashion, watching Melissa through half-closed eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 21:01:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Deciding to start small, Melissa moves to Danny's side with the items in her hands, skirt belling out around her as she kneels beside him.&nbsp; Darting a glance to his face, her frown deepens.&nbsp; "You won't let me hurt you, will you Danny?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 21:03:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He giggles and shakes his head, gazing up at her with pure adoration and stretching his arms out to leave his furry chest undefended.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 21:20:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The tip of her tongue poking out between her teeth, the girl manages to turn on the slim vibe, testing it against the palm of her hand.&nbsp; Finding it unlikely to cause harm, she brings it lightly to the Skunk's belly, brushing it over his fur.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 21:21:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He giggles, sticking his tongue out at her.<br><br>"What're you thinking, Melissa?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>25-07-2008, 20:11:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shrugs, moving the vibrator along his belly to run it across his nipples.<br><br>"I'm...not really thinking much of anything, really.&nbsp; Trying to make you feel good."<br><br>The girl brings her gaze up to his face.<br><br>"What are you thinking?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-07-2008, 20:14:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gasps as the vibe brushes his nipples.<br><br>"Oooo!&nbsp; That...ahhh!&nbsp; That's good!"<br><br>He licks his lips and shuts his eyes.<br><br>"I'm thinking that I want you to strip my shorts off and stroke my dick while you pinch my nipples, then turn me over and spank me before putting someting up my naughty little boy butt."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>25-07-2008, 20:27:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmmm..." <br><br>She moves the vibe centimeters to the side, circling but not touching his nipple directly.&nbsp; <br><br>"That's...specific.&nbsp; I'll take your idea into consideration, but first..."<br><br>The vibe pauses just above his tight little bud, a hairs-breadth away from contact.<br><br>"Tell me, did I spank you too hard yesterday?&nbsp; Or do you want it harder?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-07-2008, 20:31:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny whimpers.<br><br>"You may spank me as hard as you want to, Mistress!"<br><br>He tries to lift himself enough to contact the toy.<br><br>"Please?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 02:57:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa cocks her head in consideration, idly pulling the vibrator out of his reach.<br><br>"But I can not spank you if I wish also, right Danny?&nbsp; It's all my choice, after all."<br><br>Smiling slightly, she brought the toy down on his nipple, holding the buzzing object against his sensitive flesh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 04:32:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He whimpers and mewls when she touches the toy to him again.<br><br>"Ahhhh!&nbsp; Y-yes, Mistress!&nbsp; As...as you wish..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabetha</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 08:43:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maintaining contact, she slides the vibe across Danny's belly, circling his navel and then bringing it away.<br><br>A simple twist brought an end to the toy's buzzing before she set it aside.<br><br>"Have you changed your mind about what you want, Danny?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Present (MadPanda and Sabetha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 14:34:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny whimpers and pouts.<br><br>"No," he says softly.&nbsp; "I want you to take me, right here on the floor, and make me your naughty little toy."
			</dd>
		</dl>
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