We held each other. Her hands explored me as mine explored her. It was, I imagine, like a braille reader with a familiar book. I knew her body, she kn...w mine. It’s like riding a bike, you never forget.Standing behind me, Maz cupped one of my breasts, her mouth close to my ear. “It’s been a long time.” Her free hand lifted my hair. She pushed her pelvis against my arse and her tongue ran around the base of my neck from one ear to the other. With a nipple held tight between her fingers through. Finally, "Fantastic, omigod, she said you were good but that's the best any man has ever given me. You are better than fantastic, Uncle Chase."I thought it was funny that she was calling me Uncle Chase just like Marian does but she could call me anything she wanted as far as I was concerned."Mmm, inside now, come up here," she said pulling me up as I got up and moved my cock up to her, rubbed the tip up and down on her, then pushed my hips forward, parting her labia to move deeper inside."Oh,. Her catsuit started at the throat with a high collar and choker over that. Her breasts were encased individually in the chest plate of her catsuit, large and round with plenty of volume, not the pointy affairs some women had with this type of catsuit. An external corset showed over her waist and upper hips, bringing her already tiny waist in to an exquisitely formed wasp shape. There were black leather gloves on her hands going to just past her elbows, and being Catgirl, had sharp claws at the. “I did not want to miss out on the fun”; Janet gave a smile particularly to Sir Scarva. There was no doubt in Martha’s mind about some stern conspiracy going on there but soon her discomfort subsided, knowing that of course Janet was wickedly naughty. Mr. Scarva asked the girls to get good as he wanted to quickly move to his private office, where he could bolt the door, draw the curtains and be in complete safety. Chuckling, they headed out fast.Secured in the teacher’s room, they were all fine.