Breakfast was later than usual, but not too late. Sampson and Delilah paraded across the bed, purring loudly and batting faces to ensure their humans ...new that they were loved, and that their feline owners were hungry. Mishka stirred, visited the bathroom, released the anxious Jackie from his basement prison, and made coffee. THEN, he fed the cats. He failed to make his point to the felines.‘I’m never going to get used to this,’ he told himself as his bevy of scantily clad beauties drifted into. A reluctant smile peaked through my frown as I caught my first sight of the shirt he lent me. It was military green with the word ‘Army’ spelled out in big capital letters. The shirt seemed somehow fitting, a present day reminder of my small history, an army brat that would never serve her country, always claiming that she was a lover not a fighter. The saying was not really a lie. I was a lover…a lover of good food and good books. With my soggy, tea stained shirt in hand, I gathered my courage. All thatwas there was a smooth hairy triangle. Richard sat bolt upright in bed andlooked into the mirror on the wall. He thought that he was having a nightmarebecause there, in the mirror looking back at him was not Richard Grantly of26 Hilltop Avenue, But a very beautiful brunette girl. Richard realised thathe had seen this face before. It was the face of Lisa's girlfriend Laura!Lisa threw her arms around Richard and said "I heard the crash, went out toinvestigate and found you all tangled up. Her breasts were amazing, she made me bulge even harder. I watched her hands glide up and down her body, pinching her nipples, and then massaging them firmly. My hands were sliding up and down my thighs. I wrapped them around my cock and gently started stroking. ‘Mmmm yeah right there, baby,’ she said with a whisper as her finger slid down onto her panties. Seeing that made me precum like crazy, my hands were soaked in my own juices. I told her how wet I was and she said the same about.