“Excuse me, Master Bruce,” said Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce’s butler, chauffeur and all around aide de camp, “but if we are to pick up Miss Gordo... on the way to the dinner, we need to be going.”“Very well, Alfred,” Bruce said with resignation, but not before glancing out of the large French windows in hope of seeing the Bat-Signal rising from the roof of Police Headquarters. “I guess I’m not going to be able to get around this one.”“There are times when one must make sacrifices,” Alfred replied,. I did check her ear was clean and she was feeling very horny and removed my shirt. She got hornier on seeing my body. She wrapped her hands around my neck and her legs around my back and pulled me close. I told her to turn around and she did so. I moved her hair and started going downwards. When I reached her ass, I just felt like fucking it already but I skipped and after her foot and I turned her around again. I reached for her boobs and opened the bra with my hands. I smelled the inner side. I could tell she was a ‘sturdy’ woman but I didn’t mind. I actually preferred my women on the heavy side. When I finally saw her form emerge into view, I was struck stiff! Arabella was indeed one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid eyes on. Her face, round and done in very little rouge, was aglow. Her hair, a wonderful auburn brown cascaded over her olive colored shoulders. Her bright red dress did nothing to hide the fact that she was very buxom. But I could see no signs of a corset.. Kim didn't knowwho Norman Rockwell was, but the sentiment was clear enough.Kitty's town was virtually identical, only it was called Hartsvale onher side. Kim supposed the similarity wasn't purely coincidental;everything in Hartsvale was like a reflection of Heartsfield. He'd seensomething similar on Star Trek, one time - that episode where Worffound himself falling through a bunch of quantum realities (whateverthey were) and everyone seemed to have a double. Which was how thingswere in Kitty's.