"Behind her she heard Miranda's short laugh before the vid-phone announced that it had obtained a connection and the woman turned the volume down. "I'...l be up stairs!" called Misty over her shoulder, half noting that Miranda waved an affirmative as her sisters came down the stairs.As they often were, the three sisters were as done up as humanly possible, but this time, their attire was far more formal. Their dresses seemed more like ball gowns than simple formal wear, and Miranda was certain. And after some time, she stopped resisting. Even she continued to smooch. While kissing I was pressing her boobs very hard. We broke the kiss and I continued to press her boobs.She started moaning. Meanwhile, I started to undress her, she started telling, “No Raj. Don’t do this, this is wrong please stop.” But I was not in a mood to leave her as she had woken up the monster inside me by her moaning. I continued pressing her boobs.Meanwhile, I comforted her saying that. “No one will know except. It was completely boneless so far as I could tell, but with a surprising amount of musculature, very firm to the touch. And, I knew, with a huge nexus of nerve-endings and transmitters and other things I didn't even have words for."I think we need to talk, cat," I said aloud. "'Cat.' I can't just keep calling you that, you're nothing like a cat. Do you have a name, something I can say when I'm talking to you?"What appeared in my mind was something utterly unpronounceable, something my vocal. I was stretched out on my back, completely naked but this wasn't anything strange, from a very young age I had always slept naked loving the feeling of being free under the sheets, however he always slept in boxers or so I had thought but tonight seemed different as I couldn't feel any of the material against my skin. Right then I felt the covers move.....being pulled down over my breasts and big pink nipples, down past my belly button and over my pussy and pushed to one side so I was.