I did as told and put on the costume. It was tight on my small flat-chested frame. The boots had some growing room. I went out to the front room, m... strawberry-blonde hair down and cascading over my shoulders, and Karl smiled with approval. He explained that today was going to be shorter than most of our ‘playtimes’ because my mom would be home by half past six, and it was already about four thirty. He asked me many things- how did I like the room? How did I like the house? Which costumes. Then Brock buries his face in his pet’s ass.Missy begins to purr while he sucks the sensitive nub of her clit into his mouth, forcing his nose right against her rear entry. Spreading her ass chees wide with both hands, Brock thrusts his tongue into her pussy. If either one of his parents were to look up right now they would see the catgirl arms on the ledge of the window, eyes closed while her pussy is eaten from behind by their son. Just as she is on the verge of orgasm, Brock licks from her. ." he faltered and shrugged."And I couldn't have that on my conscience?" I smiled and teased him a little. As far as pickup lines go it wasn't bad, really. But it might have been my mood too."Right, yeah," he grinned self-consciously. "I sound like an idiot, huh?" Oh, I don't know." I twirled my straw."Can I sit down?" He looked at the chairs around the small table."I was just getting ready to leave," I looked at him as he lifted his eyes to mine."Really? I wish you wouldn't," he sat down. "I. What the fuck? I can’t do this. I stalk into the bedroom and yank a pillow and blanket from the bed and return to the living room to settle in on the couch where I guess I will sleep. I have tried to be patient and understanding, but I have needs too. Fuck it!I toss and turn and eventually drift off, but I awaken in the darkness to sounds of sobbing. I roll over and Kira is sitting on the floor, with her head on the couch sobbing. She appears so fragile and broken at this moment, all my anger.