She polished off half a tin of tuna in olive oil and a saucer-full of mixed UHT milk and water. As for me, I had the other half-tin in a sandwich with...lettuce, tomato and salad cream. The cat finished first and inveigled her way into my lap, purring loudly while I munched on my sandwich.As a fan of Elizabeth Peter’s ‘Amelia Peabody’ novels, I couldn’t resist naming my new friend ‘Bastet’, after the ancient Egyptian cat god.Having now a little more disposable income, I rented a drying mooring. He decided to tease her a little so he finished abruptly with the lotion and said he had to complete his pool jobs. He did hint, though, that once these were done he would have almost the whole of the rest of the weekend to do whatever he liked.He turned towards the pump and looked back down at the now-naked Pooja lying at his side, her bronzed skin glistening from the suntan lotion.‘Er, by the way, now that you’re here…’ and he handed her the box he’d fetched from his room.‘Yes, what?’ she. She was stopped at the bedroom door by her mother's panting and moaning. She looked in to see mom with some sort of bottle sticking out of her cunt as she writhed and fingered herself to a huge cum. "Wow," the teen thought, "That's hot. Mom is a sexy little minx." As the light went out, she could see the sheen of sweat on mom's body and heard her speaking on the phone, thanking someone named Rob."Rob?" Angie mused, "Who the hell is Rob?"She felt the heat stirring in her own loins and realized. Marko is going to be so pissed!"Just like everything else seemed to be doing today, that one, too, caught me flatfooted. "OK, Camilla, I'm kind of lost here," I said. "Why the hell would Marko be pissed?"She laughed again. "He was our backup, the baritone I told you they had lined up." My mouth fell open again, the thought had never entered my mind. "He was expecting a contract tomorrow," she went on. "He knew we had one last audition, but that it was an unknown. We didn't tell him who, he had.