She was wearing a pink cotton nightie that finished halfway down her thighs. All I was wearing was a pair of boxers. I was surprised, she hadn't don... anything like this before. She said, "What are you doing?"I said, "Nothing, I was going to read for a bit, the TV is crap."I was lying on the bed, and Jacqueline come over and sat beside me. She said, "What are you reading?" I showed her the book and she started loking at it. About this time, I thought it was a good idea to get back at her. ———————————————————————————————————————- “What’s wrong baby?” I asked her, she told me she was still sore from last nights exploits. Sophie sounded so disappointed! I could tell she wanted my cock and I was going to give it to her one way or another. I had always wanted to try this, but the moment had never been right. I hoisted her up and put her on all fours, she began too murmur trying to tell me she was in too much pain, but I shushed her. I grabbed her gorgeous ass cheeks and spread them,. I gave them a good cover story as politely as possible.It was a stress laden effort to ignore the sexual tension that permeated the air wherever the tiger girls paused for interaction with normal humans because those they didn’t scare found them sexually impossible to avoid without a sense of loss at their leaving.I had my share of tiger girls in my day and I was far more content with the solid mature ex-wives, ex-mistresses and ex-call girls that knew instinctively when it was the right time. The mailbox was full, Denise shaking her head, pulling all the junk mail out. One item caught her eye. The street light illuminating an address and name she recognized. Laura, her cousin from Tampa. Denise found it odd to get a letter from the 21-year-old as they weren't all that close. She shrugged, curiosity overtaking her and tore open the envelope to read the letter.Denise read the hand scribbled, hastily written letter."Denise, I don't even know if you still live at this address. I.