He said every ground school session would start with a half hour of Tai Chi. He had a friend of his there to teach and lead us.I was glad we did the T...i Chi. I was so pumped from the flight I would not have been able to sit in class and listen. Mat divided us into two flights. Each flight had six humans and six Smart Cats. We would stay in those flights until we returned to Sonoma.Mat really mixes us up. We practiced what we learned in ground school. Basically we went through the Top Gun. Kate heard him undo his belt and wondered if he was going to use it on her. Her breast still stung from his hard slap but it also made her nipples harder. They yearned to be touched by her daddy.“You want this?” he asked just as he grabbed her breast with one hand and pushed his cock against Kate’s musky wet slit.“Yes, Daddy!” she gasped. “Fuck me, fuck your naughty girl.”Daddy had his right hand on her chest, pinching her swollen nipple while his left hand was on her hips as he pushed his cock. He looked more like a manly construction worker or a skilled mechanic. Either way, Angel would very much enjoy looking at the man three days a week for the next five months. And could only dream of someone like him ending her lonesome, miserable life, filling it with his love, affection and hopefully a very long, thick cock to please her with."Today I'll just tell you to read chapter 1 of Romeo and Juliet and tomorrow present me with a short essay on what the first chapter meant to you. If any. If that wasn't enough, throwing back the covers, I discovered that my previously lightly-haired pubic mons was now a soft, smooth, naked runway to the pouting obviousness of my cunny. A cunny that seemed to have its own microclimate; hot, humid and prone to showers of sticky cunny juices to decorate my thighs. Well, I wasn't going to allow small things like that to distract me. It was my birthday after all. So I jumped out of bed and went to dress. Honestly, I should have guessed what was.