Mother knew right away what had happened and embraced her daughter. ‘She was a good cat,’ Mother said. ‘We saved her life,’ Miriam said. ‘Ye... we did, and in return, she gave us years of friendship,’ Mother said. ‘She was a good mouse catcher,’ Father said. Now Kittykins died on the day before Christmas Eve, and it was already dark, so Miriam wrapped her up in a blanket and placed her in her box for burial the next day. Christmas Eve dawned clear and cold, and after breakfast, Father and Miriam. Hell, the two in the bed were too busy to hear him. He stumbled back to the dresser and picked up his wallet, car keys and the key to the hotel room. Walking stoop shouldered back to the door he paused a moment longer, with his hand on the door to the hall outside, uncertain as to what he should do."Uhm, that was so nice," he heard Diane say as he paused, his forehead resting on the door, before going out. After a moment she continued, "Joe, I'm still so scared. What is Don going to say? Did he. ..I can explain." No need. I already saw the porno show." She gave a harsh laugh in the awkward silence.Julia shook her head, a panicked look of concern on her round face. "It was just some sexy fun is all," she mumbled, avoiding Olivia's eyes, and flicking an anxious glance at Dean."You can keep the lingerie and take the bedding with you. Leave the shoes," Olivia snapped."Hey, you're back early, Livy." Dean stood, smiling. One hand grasped his wet shaft, the other reaching down to scratch his. He sat on the edge of the bed and asked how I was. In my mind he pulled the sheets back and laid next to me. His rough hand caressing my breast and squeezing my nipple. I lean up and our lips meet, his tongue sliding into my mouth. Reaching up I run my fingers through the hair on his chest. His hand sip down and rubbed on my clit and pussy. He stands and I slide his under pants down, releasing his hard cock. He climbs on the bed and I lower down and take it in my watering mouth. He presses.