I watched from my seat, observing my cat and her stealthy movements. The moth switched directions again and tried to escape, but again the cat thwarte... it, this time by smacking her paw down on the place where the moth was standing. I held my breath as the cat sat still, perhaps feeling the struggles of the moth underneath her tiny paw. My cat was a huntress. This was her place in the food chain, above the moths, but perhaps below the chickens. My cat could never catch a chicken and I have told. Sherrie could feel that he was hard and see in his eyes that he was horny and wanted to have her. She was trying not to notice that David was flirting with her, but then he had to blow in her ear. This was too much for her to handle and she finally gave in to him. Sherrie knew David was married but she couldn’t resist the challenge of making love to him. After all she had a secret crush on him for a long time and now she was able to fuck him. Once David knew he had her attention he wasn’t going. I was lost. Guilt or no guilt, I had no more reasonable arguments to make. I looked down and kissed those soft lips.Cynthia reacted to my kiss by throwing her arms around my neck and pulling me down into an even deeper kiss. Her pink tongue darted into my mouth and searched for mine. In a moment, we broke away panting, the desire building in us both. She began unbuttoning her shirt; each flip of her fingers revealing more to my eyes. She slipped out of the shirt and threw it on the floor. She. He introduce himself as Miles, as he poured the bubbly liquid expertly into two glasses, he had nice hands, big and strong, she thought about them holding her and stroking her and the heat flooded through her and she felt the familiar wetness in her panties.They talked easily, about nothing in particular the underlying sexual tension evident to them both, openly flirting with one another and enjoying and savouring that tension.The girls were starting their final act on stage and she moved her.