At last this stopped to be replaced by a slow thankful panting and for a moment or two it too laid still. The man tried to rise but his limbs were he...vy and still his head ached, reaching acceptance he stayed still awaiting his terrible fate. Still on his back, something cast a shadow across his face; he rolled back his eyes to see but couldn’t quite manage a clear view. With three light steps so quiet they were at the far edge of his hearing there stood over him the cat woman. He could not. Inevitably, I had to use the washroom, Susan made a point of remindingme to wipe myself afterwards. I took as thick a wad of paper as I could,I couldn't bear to touch myself. Later , I had a shower, but again,avoided the area between my legs.When we went to bed that night, I wore my boxers for the first time in years. Susan didn't comment, just kissed me on the cheek and closed her eyes. I lay awake for a while, long enough to hear her crying in her sleep.Chapter 3My sleep that night was. Not the fact that he was a pastor, nor that he was married to a woman with MS, nor that he was being unfaithful to her no matter how he tried to 'spin it!' As he felt his orgasm arriving, the only thing that remained in focus was THAT! He always had such intense orgasms, and after words, the afterglow of that would linger on for quite sometime!He always thanked the other guy profusely for what he had done! He felt considerably better for having unloaded such a big load of cum, and he was happy. That's all an image. She's really very sweet. I'll show you something." She rummaged in Betsy's bag. "When Olga found out I was pregnant, she sent us a whole bunch of stuff." She pulled out the rattle with St Basil's Cathedral on it-Betsy's favorite. "Y'see, I've got a Russian rattle, and"... she kept rummaging..." this!" She pulled out the baby-sized fur hat."Wow a baby Russian hat!" Yelena exclaimed. She sat next to Sophia as Sophia placed the hat on Betsy's head. "Olga send this? It's so.