And the most disturbing. I simply turned and gaped at her."Nick, cats are carnivores," she explained. "Their little tum-tums can't handle anything els.... Certainly not uncooked greens. And there's something about him ... he won't let me get close, but that's no cat. Is it?"Oh, hell's bells, what to tell her? I couldn't suddenly transform him into a dog, not after he'd been busy being so catlike since she'd arrived.Then an idea jumped into my head as I vaguely remembered a TV documentary series. She knew how disappointed Cal would be. Not that she didn't feel the same way.For all of her strength, this was as hard as anything Cheryl had faced for a long time. Trying to look him in the face when she answered him, she failed, and she shook with a poorly stifled sob.Cal's flash of anger died instantly as he saw her distress. She had done so many things that were very difficult, and going to school early was another one. He had always been there to support her, and now he had hurt her with. “Make me wetter then,” She said. I concentrated on my task. I noticed her clit was poking out of its hood. It was hard, a little button of pleasure. I rubbed it with my thumb, she reacted immediately, groaning. I looked up at her, and saw she was sucking my boyfriends cock. I looked back at her pussy, then touched her clit with the tip of my tongue. I didn’t know if I should do this, but I did it anyway. I moved her clit with my tongue, twirled it around. Hers legs tightened around me, gripping. I took the mug with me and walked out onto the terrace where I lit a cigarette and sat down under one of the palm trees. I sat on the grass and the smell of the flowers around me was strong. I was about to light another cigarette when the French doors opened and a person walked out. At first, I couldn’t see who it was because the sun was in my eyes, but apparently the person noticed me and walked towards where I was sitting. Suddenly I realized it was a young woman, it must be Liza, I thought..