I watched from my seat, observing my cat and her stealthy movements. The moth switched directions again and tried to escape, but again the cat thwarte... it, this time by smacking her paw down on the place where the moth was standing. I held my breath as the cat sat still, perhaps feeling the struggles of the moth underneath her tiny paw. My cat was a huntress. This was her place in the food chain, above the moths, but perhaps below the chickens. My cat could never catch a chicken and I have told. His hand crept slowly under my t-shirt, playing with my hardened nipple through my bra, making me moan.I loved kissing Shaun; I could do it all day. I could feel his erection through the fabric of our pants; its steel length pressed into me, warming me. I knew my own panties would be damp with answered arousal. Making out with Shaun in the office was madness and completely unprofessional and neither of us cared. The only thing that mattered at that moment was the two of us and the amazing spark. I could feel her passion rubbing against my stomach as she rocked her hips faster and faster against me. Moving down to her neck, I nipped and kissed her pulse point as my hand traveled down to her liquid heat. Just when I was sure she was going to find release, I thrust deep inside. The sounds of her rapture were music to my ears. I pulled back slightly to gaze at her face and had to swallow my emotions at the marvelous sight. She was magnificent, a sublime beauty, moving me beyond words. A. Francis scrambles off the bed and kneels before the man still wearing the pink robe. He takes the cock in his hand and kisses the head and then starts to lick and suck it. He can hardly get the head of it in his mouth but does fill his mouth with the tasty cock and starts to gag in short order. "Take your time Francis" the mature man counsels and placing two hands on the boy's head guides him to suck the big cock. The chubby college boy holds the man's hips to steady his body and when he is set.