She blanked the thoughts from his mind and replaced them with warmth and desire. When she broke away, a strand of her saliva fell to the collar of his...shirt, dampening the white fabric. He was red-faced, and his heart was beating in his chest like a drum.“I think I’ve created a monster,” he chuckled, his laughter interrupted by a gasp as she slid her hand beneath his shirt and lightly dragged her claws across his belly. She locked him in another probing embrace, this one clumsier and more. "What I meant was the arrangement we'll be in - all of us - in the bed." I told you. I'll just sleep on the couch," I said."Oh, no, no, no," she said. "That wouldn't do at all." Her voice reminded me of one of those old TV villains, smooth, and silky ... and dangerous."Why not?" I asked, confused again."I'm not having you sleep on a couch and strain your back, and then have to listen to you complain the rest of the trip." I won't hurt my back," I said. I still didn't understand what was going. Faster and faster. The hot pulsing started again in my cunt. The tension built again. Oh my god, his cock was growing even larger inside me. I was screaming when he thrust a thick wet finger into my ass and the seizure broke, convulsing my womb, channel, and pussy in great waves of pleasure. He roared in triumph but did not come. Instead, I felt my own juices spurt. That never happened.The world went black.…………………….Another cloudy morning crept between my window curtains. I dragged myself out of. Isn't it painful in those tight pants?" Some things are worth a little pain, but since we are getting to the root of the matter, so to speak, would it be ok if I changed into my robe? Under the circumstances, I might do myself some serious damage. It wouldn't be the first time, either. When I was your age, we all wore tight blue jeans, just like a lot of k**s today, and there was blood in my jeans on several occasions." Oh dear! Sure, I don't mind if you change. It's your house. Can I have one.