It was only then I’d noticed she was wearing a cover-up, and there were several empty beer cans on the counter. She appeared to be a bit tipsy, odd,...I’d never seen her drink before. “I don’t have a suit.” I lamented. “I’m sure I could chase up something.” She grinned. “After all Jeff was on the swim team, he’s got suits everywhere.” “Cool.” I beamed. “I’d love to.” She returned several minutes later with one of Jeff’s old suits. “Thanks Mrs.J.” I chirped, then ducked into the bathroom to. When there is no more, I rub my cock against her tongue as she obedientlysticks it out and collects precious drops of my cum. She looks like an angel right now, bathed in my sperm. I have to kiss herand I do. Long, slow, passionate kisses and I hear her sigh. I want to tellher that she has given me more than I hoped for, more that I dared dream ofbut it is too early. So I just slowly make my way down her face and neck, kissingher, licking her, collecting her sweat and some of my own semen along. But after breakfast, my love. Okay?"Cindy Sue brought in the tray, and we ate. Bacon. Eggs. Toast. Coffee. Itwas nice.But Mistress Kat kept touching me. My arm. My stomach. My chest. Finally,my cock.She took the tray and threw it to the floor, the dishes clattering andbreaking. She rolled on top of me and kissed me. Hard. She shimmied upme, until her vagina hovered over my face. Then she lowered herself ontome. She was an animal. I was her prey.Cindy Sue had to hear us, and she had to know what. "Amy rose to her feet, checked her appearance in the mirror and openedthe door. She walked down the hallway and back into the party room andfroze at what she saw. Sanura was sitting on her sleeping bag. She looked paler then usual, andwas looking down into her lap. Her once pure white nightgown was stainedred with blood, as was the inside of her sleeping bag. Amy stood therein shock for a second or two before moving as quickly as she could toher friend. .