”Cara was wearing a loose, multi-coloured, v-necked sweater and a pair of scruffy jeans. She had loose unkempt hair that was dark with streaks of gr...y running through it. She stubbed out the roll-up cigarette she’d been smoking in defiance of the faded plastic sign hanging on the wall behind her.“You’re a woman,” I said, stupidly.“Nothing wrong with your powers of observation, then,” she responded.“It’s just I thought...” I looked at Harry and he just grinned.“Yeah, I know. Well guess what,. “Is it okay if I hang out in here with you?” she asked.I shrugged. “Okay,” I said. “I’m playing with Lucy.”She came over to the rug and sat cross-legged in front of me.Immediately there was a thumping sound from next to me when Percival’s tail started whacking the floor. Percival hauled himself to his feet and went over to greet the older me. I giggled and ducked because his tail kept slapping me in the face with all the wagging.“Hello Percival,” said older me. “I’ve missed you so much.”She put. He reciprocated by moving a little toward her as she whispered, I was thinking about you this morning. Their lips met first and then she felt herself being completely encapsulated by his great arms. Her lips were incredibly soft, it was like kissing the purest silk and soon Mike slipped his tongue into her mouth. She complied and soon their tongues were intertwined. She was lost in his embrace and rested a hand on his lap while the other held one of his arms. After a while she pulled away and. “ Let’s all take a break for a couple drinks, clean up, let her clean up and rest.” I told them. “The next act of this opera starts in one hour and we’ll retreat to the bedroom for some further fun”. They nodded in agreement and then it happened again, we all looked at each other and couldn’t help but laugh with giddy anticipation. All those years, where normal sex gradually morphed into more and more perverted themes. The light bondage that turned heavy, the novelty of lactation that turned.