His mouth again went to yours most likely to stiffle your moaning, a hand went to your back and another cupped one of your breasts, squeezing it and t...isting your nipple between his fingers. He was a very sensual kisser and you were very quickly nearing climax. His hand on your back slid to your ass, then down your crack where he massaged your anus. This was about all you could take as he slipped a finger into your back opening and you slammed your pelvis against his. Your orgasm was so intense. When she reached the stairs, Andrew called to her, “I had a very stressful day at work. Are you up to, you know?” Heather had become accustomed to how Andrew would ask her to have sex, “Of course, sweetie,” She smiled and extended her hand to him. Andrew turned off the television and followed Heather to their bedroom. He turned off the lights once they had disrobed. They slid under the covers and Andrew commenced the ritual. It was always the same. A quick breast fondle, a few kisses and he. It was plump, but limp, still looking spent. The skin on the shaft was moving along the thick cock in waves. Betty was mentally stroking herself back to erection. Even as Olivia's robe opened and fell off her, Betty's cock was thickening back up to full erection."Nice," said Betty, admiring Olivia's lingerie. "Did you wear that for me?"Olivia didn't answer, but looked down in embarrassment, a part of her wishing she could shrink away like Tina. Just like a horny wife might put on lingerie to. ”What is it with these people? Do they think us cats have some kind of disease?“That’s a shame,” Penelope murmurs. “It’s too bad you don’t have one to fuck right now.”That a girl! Appeal to his sadistic side.“Yes, it is a shame,” he admits.“Are there any rules about fucking a catgirl before doing that to them?” she asks, loosening her resistance to him, even getting closer to rub her head against his arm.Step it up, girl. Add some purring.Penelope does just that.The executioner grins. “Keep.