Feeling tipsy, and therefore confident, I took a seat right next to my little, Mexican sexpot. I deliberately rubbed my shoulder up against hers. "Nic... to see you," I said."Nice to see you too," she said. "How was your day?" Well, I had a lovely morning and then I had to go to work. But work wasn't bad." It was a nice morning," she said. "And after I woke up, I went for a hike, so that was nice too."She was wearing tight jeans and a yellow tank top, that showed her ample cleavage, hugged her. Ash didn’t mention anything when he told me to call you.”He shrugged those massive shoulders. “Probably figured it was between you and me.”“I guess.”I’d slept with boys who knew each other before. Quite a few of them, back in the day. Middle school, high school. But this ... this felt different.Clint said, “I felt guilty.”“For telling me? For not telling me?”“For thinking impure thoughts at the Cathedral.”Men. I had to grin.I punched his shoulder. Ouch. “I was practically a widow. God, what a. The catgirl is lying back on the sofa, stark naked with her cat ears twitching and tail fluttering slightly. Sylvie’s eyes immediately goes to that small patch of fur and then below it. “Brock is home; maybe we should take it to my room.”“I think the couch is pretty comfortable,” Missy replies. “Besides, Brock is busy studying. He won’t know we’re doing anything.”Sylvie shrugs. She already can’t believe how quickly she replied positively to the catgirl’s offer. Now she doesn’t care if her. .. And his kisses ... He’s a good kisser!” – and turns back toward that hungry tongue.We move to a close-up of his undercarriage, watching as she continues to pump his sheath for a few more seconds – the tip of his cock making its first appearance of the week, poking clear of the furry pouch, then growing quickly to a few inches - swelling thicker and longer, more of it exposed as she pulls the shaft back.Maria, having moved away from the kisses off camera, is now leaning in close under him,.