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Code-Shark In reply to JKnight97 [2017-10-24 10:09:19 +0000 UTC]

Matching his grin, ' No promises.' Sirse replied. She too had recalled that wild night on the beach, and the pounding her body had endured in waves of ecstatic pleasure. Pulling her tail up over her shoulders to wear it like a scarf she flicked the tip under her muzzle and fluttered her eyes at her lover.

If he were to waggle his eyebrows, she was at least going to make an effort how to find properly.

Slowly, like a stalking predator a wicked smile moved over Sirse's face as the memories on the beach came washing over her again. With her free hand she signed, 'I think I may need some help with these knots...' her hand moving to tug at the strap of her bikini as she slowly backed into the stall. Hazel eyes twinkling mischuvioisly.

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JKnight97 In reply to Code-Shark [2017-10-26 06:39:07 +0000 UTC]

It was becoming harder and harder to deny her passion for him. Not that he minded a bit. It was just that he was not used to displaying his emotions so publicly as he was naturally a private mammal. The memory of their lovemaking session in the little tea house in the middle of the Lantern Festival still made him blush. Yet, at the same time, the thought of being caught while making passionate love stirred his lust for her as well. He quickly glanced about to make sure that the female salesmammal who was attending to her was gone and he quickly slipped into the dressing room which was large enough for a female elephant to change in.

Sirse had retreated into a corner of the room, sensually beckoning him to her. He growled softly at the sight of her sensual form leaning against the wall, her hips pointed at him. He crossed over the space between them in two strides, crouched down to her level and pressed himself against her as he caught her lips in a kiss that left no doubt as to his intentions. He stroked her fur, feeling the softness of it underneath his paws in contrast to the smooth material of her top as he attempted to assist her in removing it without destroying it. However, his large digits couldn't grasp the small tight knot as easily as hers could. She ended up batting his paws away as she smirked at his frustration while she slowly undid her top, continuing to tease him into a frenzy.

Once she had removed her top, his head dove for her mounds, placing kisses and little love nips around as he suckled them as hungrily as a newborn child would. While his mouth was busy, his paws were not idle either as they caressed her sides and tail, massaging her various erogenous zones. He managed to hook a claw on each side of her bottom which he then pulled down, allowing the scent of her arousal to hit him like a brick wall. The smell of lilac and lavender mixed with the smell of the sea caused him to shift uncomfortably in order to give his straining member some room. He lifted his head to catch her muzzle in his as he inserted a digit slowly into her nether region while he held her around the waist. Her claws sunk into his biceps, her hot breath coming in gasps as his thick fingers continued the assault on her nether region. He took his thumb and placed it on her clitoris and rubbed it wildly to further increase her pleasure. Unable to hold back, she grabbed him by the neck sinking her fangs onto his shoulder as she orgasmed, her love juices spilling onto his paw. Gus chuckled, allowing her to recover from his manual stimulation as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and slowly sucked on them, relishing the sweet briny taste of her.

"I want to make love to you," he whispered in her ear, "but I find this stall a little too cramped for my taste and it's hurting my back. Hurry and get dressed and I promise to let 'him' run wild with you," the glint of a promise in his eyes, looking to the vixen that he loved with all his heart.

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Code-Shark In reply to JKnight97 [2017-10-31 14:11:47 +0000 UTC]

Sirse let out a silent groan of pleasure as he descended upon her nipples, tugging, pulling, nipping at with his fangs. Her claws digging into his fur as he teased her with growing ferocity. Body contracting, she blew out a breath only to draw it back in again as Gus’s fingers began to probe her neither region, it was mere minutes later that she felt herself contract around his fingers, squeezing them with all her strength as she rode out a series of explosions in her mind.

Only dimly aware of what he was saying, Sirse swayed on the spot as her mind worked to combat the chemical flow to her brain. Dress? Here, she was confused for a moment, until she saw him pressing his massive paw to his back. That she understood. Hand raised she motioned for him to stop as he had bent to collect her clothes. Smiling, she reached up, and oh so carefully placed her hands on the side of her lover’s head letting her will flow out through him.

Around him, the dressing room faded as though made of a veil that was being pulled away from reality, and in its place a slopping forest of lilac in bloom emerged, grew, and extended downwards forming a valley rift. From between deep cluster of trees, hidden waterfalls sprout like horse tails, trailing down in lazy arcs over the rocks to a hidden recess below. Rather than a hard carpeted floor, a bed of soft moss and sweet smelling flowers now bloomed, leaves of deep green reach up to blanket the rising sun casting everything into a green twilight of deep purples. Sirse, smiling at your shock gives you a little push as she assaults your chest, pulling herself up to rest upon you as your form tumbles back to the bed of soft vegetation.

‘I’m not feeling very patient today…’ Sirse signed, sprawled nude on your chest, her tiny breasts resting on you like fresh risen buns. One of her hands lazily working free a button on your shirt. ‘And who says I want ‘Him’ to come out to play, and not You?’

Eyes twinkling, she slowly began to work your shirt free, taking her time and planting small kisses on your chest with each button she removed. Working her way slowly downward, delicate fingers, probing massaging little circles as she moved downwards to the swollen bulge contained within your pants. Smiling, a knowing smile, Sirse dipped her head and with a little twist, snapped the metal button free, before taking the zipper in her teeth. Adjusting herself, she pulled drawing out he moment as long as possible while her hands moved to grasp the sides of your pants and pull them free.

Fixing her gaze on your own, she signed. ‘This time, it is I who pleasure you.’

Still smiling she let her hands dance over your growing member, delicate fingers running the length of the shaft, teasing oh so gently with the tips of her claws before using her thumbs to encourage you on, driving upwards as though to will you to grow. Tongue flicking out, Sirse planted a feathery kiss on the tip, then another, and slowly a third, lingering there long enough for her tongue to play along the shaft. Drawing in a deep breath, her gaze flicking up to your own, she closed her eyes, and swallowed, drawing you deeper into her mouth. Her pink tongue playing, tempting, drawing you deeper, she slid herself forwards another inch, bobbing as her tongue flicked up and down again, only to brace herself and dive. Pressing her lips together she sank deeper, swallowing as she moved, as to take you fully into her tapered mouth, squeezing you deep inside her throat, rising, and then falling down again as though in a slow rhythmic dance.

Cracking her eyes enough to see your expression, Sirse smiled as she drew herself up taking you to the tip, and then plunged teasing your senses as she did. As though sensing you nearing climax, she slipped free, tongue lingering in a final passionate kiss, as she slipped her petite body upwards to rest on your chest.

‘And now…’ She signed, slowly sinking down upon you. One hand reaching down she grasping your erect member, she slowly, guided it up to the fold between her legs. Dipping herself to press the soft folds against your member, Sirse with pain staking care lets you slip inside just an inch, then as in a teasing torture, rises again. Slowly dipping, sinking another inch, then withdrawing, exposing your member to the cool air, only to allow you to sink again into the warm cavity of her body.

A quick glance up told Sirse all she needed to know, and drawing herself up taking you to the very tip without letting go, plunged downwards taking you deep within her as her head flew back mouth open in a silent cry. Her hands moved quickly, drawing yours up to her hips and placing them upon her, her message clear. ‘You are in control now.’

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JKnight97 In reply to Code-Shark [2017-10-31 14:34:51 +0000 UTC]

She surprised Gus once more, using her fey power unbidden to meld their mind once again. In this manner, she spoke to him as if she had a voice of her own, encouraging him to take her, to bring her once again over the edge, but asking him to come along with her. Once she has sheathed his member within her warm, tight and slippery region, he was powerless to deny her every wish. With both paws on her hips, he began the slow, delicious process of bringing both of themselves to their respective peaks, lifting, lowering and thrusting all at once. The combined effect of each one feeling the other’s pleasure as well as their own plus the increased risk of being caught brought them soon to a powerful orgasm, followed by another due to the mental echo feedback, leaving both of them breathless as they lay gasping for breath on the dressing room floor.

As they lay there panting, the sound of the curtain being drawn back and the sound of a shocked gasp called their attention to the disapproving glare of the female okapi as she muttered under her breath, “Why is it always on my shift? I swear it’s going to take me an hour to get their scent out of this stall!” As she cleared her throat, she said, “Will that be credit or debit?”

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Code-Shark In reply to JKnight97 [2017-10-31 15:30:45 +0000 UTC]

Sirse’s face burning almost as bright red as her fur, tires her best to conceal herself still impaled on your swollen member. Tail swishing to act as a shield to the seemingly impassive okapi, who planting her hands on her hips, clops her hoof in irrigation. Looking to you for guidance, Sirse signs ‘Credit?’ managing a shaky smile of one who has just realized that the course of action taken really was not as wise as she had thought it was moments before.

Rolling her eyes back into her head, the okapi shakes her head and makes to storm out, hesitates, and fixing both of you with a warning leer. ‘I want you two dressed and decent by the time I get back. And, there had better not be any mess in there when I come back.’ Her voice a touch frosty. ‘Not a single drop – And I don’t care how you two have to manage that.’

With that she spins on her hoof and snaps the curtain back in place, leaving you and Sires to exchange a meaningful glance, wordlessly Sirse’s fingers jump into play, as she cinches herself around your member. ‘I know, you told me so.’ She signs fingers moving quickly, her expression one of guilt and shame. ‘I…should have listened…’

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JKnight97 In reply to Code-Shark [2017-10-31 16:18:14 +0000 UTC]

Gus suddenly began to laugh, unmindful of their embarrassing situation. He cupped her paws in his as he kissed her on the forehead. “I’m not sorry, mi amor. You certainly bring out the best and the worst in me. And don’t worry about the salesmammal. I’m sure she’ll forgive us if we buy several of these high-priced pieces of cloth they call a bikini. Now, as for cleaning up,” he said with a gleam in his eye, "use my underwear to soak up most of our mixed juices while I get dressed and get a plastic bag for it. I’ll buy some more now along with several lacy pairs for you. That should placate our salesclerk.” he said with a wink.

As he stepped out of the stall, he suddenly noticed that he no longer had an aching back. In fact, several persistent aches and pains that he has associated with old age had also mysteriously disappeared. As he made his way to the males’ clothing section, he reflected that on his last physical, his doctor had been amazed by the vast improvement of his health not to mention his reflexes. “If I wasn’t your family doctor for the last twenty years,” mused his doctor, “I’d say you have the constitution of a thirty year old.”

He had passed it off as a result of all the exercise and training Sirse was putting him through. However, it did not explain how a previous fracture suddenly healed with no trace of it being injured at all. He quietly put it out of his mind for now as he was sure there was a rational medical explanation. For now, he focused on the task at hand which was to get him and his mate out of the store with the least possible embarrassment.

Having made his purchases and settling with the okapi salesmammal—who suddenly seemed to take interest in wiping imaginary lint off his chest with her bare paws—he made his way back to the stall where Sirse was peeking through the curtain, giving him and the okapi the evil eye. She signed to him, “We are going to have an extra sparring session today!” while he saw her flick her wrist at the okapi who suddenly seemed to be infested by fleas as she flailed wildly about, scratching herself all over.

Knowing arguing would be futile, he resigned himself to spending the better part of the night soaking his aching muscles in the hot tub.

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Code-Shark In reply to JKnight97 [2017-11-19 02:22:59 +0000 UTC]

True to her word, Sirse was relentless. Using her superior speed she would dart in land a series of strikes against her lover’s joints, trying her best to topple him, then darting out of his reach as a massive paw would swat the air she had just vacated. It was a game of theirs, she had to be fast and unpredictable, strike at various targets, and avoid taking even a glancing blow. All the while working to wear down his ever grown well of endurance. Strike, strike, strike, retreat, doge, feign, strike, doge, retreat.

Gus’s roll was simple, all he had to do to win was knock her out of the training circle, or pin her, or prevent her from attacking. It was a good exercise, as it taught him patience timing, and how to read the body’s movements. Some she broadcast to see if he were paying attention, others she slipped in to try and fool him into creating an opening. He was getting adapt at noting which was which, making her job of breeching his defenses even more difficult. He had even begun to mask his own intentions, and, though he tried to feign with her, he still needed work on that particular skill.

Her training had taught him patience though, letting her win a few strikes against him as to test her strategy. All he needed was a single good hit with his weight behind it and it would send her flying. Even restraining the impulse to use full strength she knew he was growing ever more lethal, a glancing blow was almost enough to spin her off balance, and the second she was unsteady he was upon her.

She had noted a particular tendency that if he were to land a clipping blow that his preferred style was to drop to all fours and pounce her. Using her body’s mass to pin her to the ground, ensuring that she could not rise and retaliate before he could finish her. Sirse noted that information for later use, as she began to ponder how to cultivate a counter move to his finishing assault. This night, he had managed to pin her after twenty minutes of her pummeling on him from every angle conceivable. He had ignored some attacks, blocked others, and waited for her to make a predictable move, waited, and then had struck.

The blow had taken her across the shoulder with enough force to spin her around like a top, and before she had regained her footing he was crushing down upon her. ‘Victory, mon petit Cherie.’ He whispered as he pressed his lips to her own. Their sessions always ended that way, the victor claiming the spoils of their hard earned dual. ‘Now get your fluffy tail to the hot tub.’

Smiling, she inclined her head, and stripping out of her sweat soaked top she cast it aside into the bushes as she strode into the darkness, never looking back.

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JKnight97 In reply to Code-Shark [2017-11-29 08:05:19 +0000 UTC]

Grunting as he got up to follow his mate, Gus assessed the damage he had received. He had been on the punishing end of her temper, taking blow after blow, waiting, stalking, until the right opportunity presented itself to him. It was not his favoured style of fighting but he had had to adapt to her technique. She would buzz about like an angry hornet, striking then flitting away out of his reach, jabbing and feinting, testing his patience to the limit. If she had managed to hold out and elude him after a few more minutes, he was sure he would have lost patience and definitely gone berserk. He shuddered at the thought, knowing the last time he had done so, he had nearly killed her in a blind rage back on the island. Luck had favoured the both of them as he had lost his balance then and knocked himself out when he had skidded out of control into a wall. He reflected that at least this time he was able to last twenty minutes although each sparring session seemed to last longer and longer. He then realized his mate was doing more than training his reflexes and speed. She was also teaching him to be patient, to wait, to strike at the right moment. He shook his head in wonder. "She really is an amazing female," he thought. "Now, I must thank her properly. My reward will be hers as well." he grinned.

She was waiting for him at the edge of the hot tub, wearing only a maddening, enticing grin. He smirked back and picked her up and stepped into the warm bubbling water as he activated the water jets for a soothing massage. Once they were both submerged to their shoulders, he caught her lips in an tongue-lashing embrace, seeking her smaller tongue with his, savouring her taste as if she were a fine wine: bold, sharp and yet sweet. They spent many minutes in the water, engaging in nips and bites, smooches and kisses, paws rubbing and searching each other's body, limbs intertwined as if they were wrestlers on a mat.

Although she was mute, her body spoke for her. The way she pressed herself against him when he touched the base of her tail. Or how her claws unsheathed and bore down on his arm as he nuzzled her ample bosom and licked her taut little nubs. Over and above this, her scent changed dramatically to let him know that she was ready. He looked into her eyes and saw them flashing as she unleashed her fey power on him, to spur him on to ravage and bring her to new heights of pleasure. He, too, could not hide the fact that he wanted nothing more than to pin her down and have his way with her as she gripped the evidence in her paws.

He reached over the tub to pick up a towel that he then lay on the ledge of the tub. He made her lay on the towel for her comfort as he pushed her legs up to her chest and spread them, allowing him full access to her opening. As he parted her lower lips with his tongue, he grasped her paws in his, maintaining a connection with her. He entered her slit, tasting, probing, nipping, savouring her inner fluids as if it were ambrosia. After a few minutes of this, she locked her legs around his head as she released his paws to grasp his ears, directing his muzzle to probe deeper as he sensed her muscles tensing, signalling her approaching orgasm. Suddenly, she froze, her legs painfully tightening around his neck, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she peaked. She eventually came down and her legs relaxed enough for Gus to breath again. "It just keeps getting better," he thought, rubbing the back of his neck, observing how relaxed she look, "The strength of her orgasms seems to increase each time we make love."

He then rolled her over on her front onto the towel so that he could massage her while she recovered. He did not want to rush anything and if there was anything he could do to prolong her pleasure, he would try to think of creative means to do so. For now, he looked for the tense muscles along her shoulder blades, lower back, arms, thighs and calves. As always, after a sparring session with him where he was successfully able to land a blow, he took pains in releasing the tension from her body seeing as she spent a lot of time dodging him. Once he had rubbed away the stress, he allowed his paws to roam over her pert little rear, squeezing her two round melons as he took in the sight of her arousal, as it leaked copious amounts of bodily fluids. He stretched his tongue out to catch them before they could fall onto the towel, licking her from the front to the base of her tail where her little rosebud clenched with desire.

Having had enough, Sirse spun around and pushed Gus against the wall of the hot tub as she got back in the water to sit on his lap. She pulled on his muzzle for a torrid kiss while reaching down between her legs to check on her lover's state. Seeing as it pulsed stiffly, she decided payback was required and rubbed his hardness against the slit of her opening, forcing a whine of pleasure and lust from her partner. She continued to tease him until he growled like a savage animal unleashed. He held her hips in his paws as he thrust into her so that her warm sex engulfed his hardness. He was careful about hurting her but he would not allow her any freedom of movement, directing her movement in a smooth and slow dance. She did not resist and allowed him to take her, further pushing out her fey power to draw out his inner beast, while dragging her claws through his furry chest. As she felt her peak approach, she bore down with her teeth on his shoulder, marking her lover. Gus winced a little but the slight pain merely spurred him on as he drove harder into her.

As they both began to approach climax, a golden glow enveloped them and appeared to beat to the sound of their combined heartbeats. It pulsated as if it had a life of its own. As it grew, it pushed the water away from their bodies, forming a sphere that surrounded them. The closer they approached, the faster the globe of light pulsated and the bigger it grew. As they mutually climaxed, the globe appeared to expand to encompass the whole backyard then quickly subsided till it merely surrounded the two lovers in the tub, who were oblivious except for each other.

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Across town, a shark looked up from his readings and frowned. "I must speak to Sirse about her extracurricular activities before she and Gus leave for their next mission."

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In a galaxy many light years away, a hooded figure stirred from its throne within what appeared to be an unfinished structure the size of a moon. "A disturbance in the force? Quite interesting..."

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Gus was breathing heavily through his mouth as Sirse lay panting on his chest, his arm draped around her back, keeping her pressed to his chest where she could feel his heartbeat in sync with hers. Gus was the first to stir as he felt the cold night air blow through his damp fur. His mind drew a blank as he was surprised to find themselves in an empty and dry hot tub. "Where has all the water gone?" he wondered. Shrugging it off, his first thought was to provide some clothing for both of them from the chill of the autumn night.

He grabbed their bathrobes and ushered his mate inside the house. "Francesca," Gus called to his master computer, "please get the fireplace going." As the flames came to life, he bade his mate to sit in the love seat in front of the fire. "I'll be back in a moment with some refreshments."

Sirse made herself comfortable, reclining back on the loveseat as she stretched out her now loose muscles. She was enjoying her life with Gus and with his army of technicians and master computer, she had managed to convert the garage into a decent training facility. Granted she couldn't chase him about using one of the Speeder Bikes or All Terrain Scout Transport Walkers hidden in one of her employer's many storage facilities but she had other items on hand in order to bring him up to speed on being a Vanguard. But for now, she was going to relax--an almost completely foreign concept to her--and enjoy her lover's attention.

Gus soon came back with several bottles of cold water so they could rehydrate. And, her favourite dessert: strawberries and cream. He made her lay back as he fed her by paw, dipping each luscious fruit into the hand-whipped cream that he had apparently just created. At first, she was content to be on the receiving end but then wanted him to enjoy himself as well. She motioned him to pass the bowl of strawberries and cream to her which he obliged. She dipped one of the fruits into the cream, placed it in her mouth then pressed her muzzle to his so that they kissed while sharing the fruit at the same time.

Gus chuckled as they continued the back-and-forth feeding until the whole bowl was gone. By this time, their furs had dried out and he suggested they retire soon.

"You did say you were going to take me to an island, yes? A beach maybe? Considering the attire we purchased today, it is the obvious choice. Can we bring Arie? She would definitely love it there."

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Code-Shark In reply to JKnight97 [2017-12-01 01:46:00 +0000 UTC]

‘But of course.’ Sirse signed, her brows arching ever so slightly as though it were an odd question. ‘Arie is family, of course she is coming.’

Family, it was an odd thought, almost as odd as relaxing, she had almost forgotten what it was like to be pampered like this, to have someone tend to her, and in turn he let her tend to him. Letting her thoughts trail off to the beach she began to sign a list of things that they would need as well as where they should go.

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The ripple had not gone unnoticed, a spike, magic, but of what type the shark could not be certain. Frowning he looked out the circular window above the door, the stars were out, and it was as if they were winking at him, as though they knew a secret, his secret and were going to whisper it to the cosmos. Letting out a breath that he did not realize he had been holding, the shark’s eyes fell to a set of candles lined neatly in a row. Waiting, waiting, noting happened, and just as he was about to turn away, the wax head of the far candle burst into flame.

‘Oh Sirse…What have you done.’

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JKnight97 In reply to Code-Shark [2017-12-04 01:15:55 +0000 UTC]

I believe we can end this chapter here as it segues quite nicely into the next story, "Beach Vixen: Sun Bathing".

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Code-Shark In reply to JKnight97 [2017-12-23 03:35:17 +0000 UTC]

I agree, and, the next part is up as well. So, Idea wise, where do you want to go? What do you want to do? Take to the sea, go visit some remote native villages? (I have been thinking of the accounts of R.J. Hunter and Peter Capstick of late. Both men who lived in Africa and the stories they could tell.) Or would you like to go to the Caribbean, land of clear shallow waters? Maybe to the realm of Treasure Planet? Or another?

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JKnight97 In reply to Code-Shark [2017-12-23 03:39:59 +0000 UTC]

We can explore the dimension of Treasure Planet as it’s a known fandom. I see this as a sequel to the Growing Pains where I will end that story getting the family together again. The Sunbathing Beach Vixen is where we will segue into a new adventure. All three of them. After a small wedding, of course.

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Code-Shark In reply to JKnight97 [2017-12-29 12:39:11 +0000 UTC]

Gotcha, beach vixen comes after growing pains. (I really need to start a list.) Now wedding wise, what did you have in mind?

I admit I have thought about this one, I had hoped to marry Amenii to Nera first, though at this point they are, u have just not written that chapter yet.

Also I would like to explore a few aspects in the Harry potter world:

1. Inserting myself as the defence against the dark arts professor just to surprise Gus and sirse.

2. What hose to be sorted into?

3. Quiddich, I would like Sirse to play as seeker, and feel that Gus would be a fine beater, or keeper.

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Code-Shark In reply to Fox-Drifter [2017-10-24 10:10:17 +0000 UTC]

Thank you, she us no? Sirse always had a way of turning heads, She's just like that. And I shall there will be more Sirse soon.

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Fox-Drifter In reply to Code-Shark [2017-10-24 13:08:47 +0000 UTC]

Awesome! I can't wait!

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Code-Shark In reply to Pedroroll [2017-10-24 10:10:45 +0000 UTC]

Sirse, grinning. She has that effect on mammals.

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Code-Shark In reply to Goldham92 [2017-10-24 10:11:13 +0000 UTC]

Thank you, she has quite the provoking figure.

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Goldham92 In reply to Code-Shark [2017-10-24 16:13:08 +0000 UTC]

I see for sure x3

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Code-Shark In reply to Veteran1972 [2017-10-24 10:12:00 +0000 UTC]

Thank you, she has a way of drawung attention to her figure, and still keeping it stylish enough not to be flamboyant.

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Veteran1972 In reply to Code-Shark [2017-10-24 11:14:17 +0000 UTC]

😁

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Code-Shark In reply to neorenamon [2017-10-24 10:12:41 +0000 UTC]

Isn't she though? And yes, Gus got very though with her.

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neorenamon In reply to Code-Shark [2017-10-24 14:49:33 +0000 UTC]

"HEY! How about going to that island over there with the skull-shaped volcano?" asked Gus, "I'm sure it has a nice beach."

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Code-Shark In reply to neorenamon [2017-10-24 17:33:33 +0000 UTC]

Lol and thus our hapless duo were dragged into another adventure...

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neorenamon In reply to Code-Shark [2017-10-26 01:21:22 +0000 UTC]

While Sirse facepalms herself all the way...

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Code-Shark In reply to jazz316 [2017-10-24 10:13:11 +0000 UTC]

Thank you, Sirse has a way of drawung attention wherever she goes.

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jazz316 In reply to Code-Shark [2017-10-24 10:14:32 +0000 UTC]

A Lady like her certainly can 

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Code-Shark In reply to bluewingfairy [2017-10-24 10:13:43 +0000 UTC]

Thank you, she wanted something to show off her figure, yet not be to flamboyant.

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