Heather Owens

it." I thought to myself and giggled somewhat naughtily. Laying back my head I said to myself and scratching behind my ears I thought, "Ooooh, it’s driving me crazy just thinking about it!" as I closed my shockingly ice-like blue eyes and my petite paw-hands wondered to my high, perky, firm, round tits around a C1/2-cup, fondling them, playing with the fur, and pinching my nipples gently. My hands then betrayed me and started slowly roaming down my smooth stomach fur, then ever so gently along each hip bone making me shiver in pleasure. Slowly, my hands pushed my blanket down exposing my petite, thin, but healthy, hour glass figure. My fur glistened in the light. My right paw continued it’s path while my left returned higher to my right breast, massaging it while tweaking