Moths, however, are a completely different story, and my cat was obviously smirking to herself as she proved her dominance over this tiny species. Loo...ing closely, I could not see any sign of the moth underneath my cat’s tiny foot. Slowly, my cat lifted her paw, her nose close to the ground, searching the space with her eyes for a glimpse of her prey. She must have spotted it, because her face drew back quickly as though she was frightened that it would use this opportunity to strike back some. I shoot my load onto his cheek and neck. The professor wipes most of my cum off with one hand. He wipes the rest off with his towel. He motions for me to get onto the lower bench. I comply and start getting down. I am turned toward the benches with my rump facing the professor when he tells me to stay in that position. He wipes my cum onto my ass hole and fingers me a little while wiping the rest of my cum onto his cock. He slips his cock into my ass and starts thrusting deep and long. . That’s too fucking hot!” I was very self conscious, but for some strange reason, happy he wasn’t judging me in some sick way. I was even excited a little that he was so into it and felt an erection in my pants imagining him with her and maybe the two of them even letting me watch. It was just a wild fantasy, but it felt hot. Then he dropped the bomb on me. “In fact that’s so fucking hot, I’m going to need you to do me a big favor.” “What kind of favor?” I asked a little nervously. “I’m going to. She reads the naked desire on your face and arches her brow laconically as though to say “We will have a chat about this late, mister.” “Pardon me, dear, Jenny is it?” asks Witherspoon confidently. “May I feel that elastic band at the tops of those stockings?” You watch Max turn white as a ghost as his wife shrugs nonchalantly and readily approaches Witherspoon. She extends her leg lasciviously, offering her thigh to him for examination. Witherspoon boldly grasps her thigh, holding her leg up.