.." well that still feels pretty wet, better get that off" "are you serious?" he grabbed her bra strap and tugged lightly " either you do it or I do... she leaned forward and reached behind to unclasp her bra, she let the straps slide down her arms and lifted the cups off her tits "do I need to check the panties " he asked "no" she slowly slid her panties off "there now don't you feel better, now lets warm you up" he reached back over and started groping her tits, massaging them, rubbing. Fifteen seconds later she came out and pushed me inside. A few girls were touching up their makeup in front of the sinks but no one seemed upset by my presence. I stood there embarrassed to death as the girls cycled in and out, my eyes looking anywhere except toward the stalls. Departees briefed arrivals about my presence. A few of the girls wandered over to check the growth on my nose and make suggestions. Finally after about two minutes this Goth chick pushes through the door and walks over. "Superman?" she inquired. "As you can easily see," replied Catgirl, "I am most definitely not Superman. But I was your super cat before I was given my present form. I hope you like it! I'm now called Catgirl." Selina did a double take at hearing this, and wondered just what her imposter had been up to. "Now it's time for you to take a little nap, Selina," added Catgirl. The two zoom climbed to twenty thousand feet, and as the oxygen level fell way below that needed for human consumption,. ‘So are we taking my car or yours?’ I so badly wanted to get into that Lamborghini of his. Sean must have known it because he headed towards my front door and turned to face me with his hand on the knob. ‘Mine.’ He growled as his eyes raked my body again. He opened the door and I leaned in to close the garage door before hurrying after him. Once inside his cherry red Lamborghini I sighed in pleasure. God, he had been right, this was so much better than my R8, but I did love my car. The seat.