She moved her hand up his thigh so it was resting as close to his cock as she could get without it being over obvious, she moved further up and as he ...urned to talk to her she kissed him, he pulled away and said “You’re my mates wife” she replied “Shhhhhh he knows me” she kissed him again, he pulled back and looked at her for a minute.Then without warning and at a fast speed he grabbed her shoulders and snogged her, she slipped her tongue into his mouth as he roughly fondled her tits. A few. ”“If I’d known you were going to be a prat I would have. What’s Plan B?”“I’ve always loved your tits, Lucy.”She looked surprised and took her B-cups in her hands as if to measure them. “A bit small for a boob job, aren’t they?”“If you leave your bra on, we’ll be fine.” “OK. If that’s you want, you can try fucking my tits but if you cum on my face, you’re a dead man!”She got back on the bed kneeling between my open thighs and again pushed me down onto my back. I wrapped my legs around her waist. She had a feline quality touched with a hint of danger. Her eyes were rare; very dark with tarnished flecks of pure 24 karat gold, intense and penetrating. Glossy dark hair added to the impression of a panther. But it was her teeth that really completed the image. Rory’s canines were slightly longer than her other teeth, so when she smiled in a particular way and her eyes flashed, I felt like raw meat being contemplated for dinner.I quite liked it - my feral cat. The way she moved only. They were like two small, captive animals striving to thrust their noses into the light. In her excitement, she could no longer resist pulling up her nightclothes and she felt a sudden frisson of delight as her fingertips found her nipples that were once more erect and so hard. As she fondled herself, the tingle of pleasure she had felt earlier in the cinema sparked again at the top of her thighs. Her private place felt almost incandescent and swollen. It seemed to be pushing her legs apart.