She had slipped from her fathers boots and snuck up behind him, intending to incapacitate the intruder and call for help, thinking him but a common th...ef. Before she could place the grey eyes that now met hers, Presley swung the iron poker with a fierce force, striking the man on the back of his right shoulder and gaining a pained groan for her efforts. Raising her weapon once more she stood back, prepared to fight as her voice took on more bravery than she herself felt. ‘I’m not afraid to hurt. ” I begin to pet her belly and caress her nipples. She purrs louder and gets on her hands and knees and head butts me. I begin to pet her tail and ass. She stretches and holds her ass in the air. I slowly slip the tip of one finger into her ass hole. She meows and smiles. I start to work my finger in and out of her ass slowly. She begins to paw at my pants. “Want some milk Kitty?” She merrs and nods her head. With out taking my finger out of her ass I unzip my pants and pull out my dick.. "You're cute," said Jerry. "And I really would like to make it up to you."The woman reconsidered. Jerry could see the thoughts running around in her brain. She was trying to make a decision. "Listen," he said, at just the right moment, "my apartment isn't far form here and we could have a glass of wine or something. I"m on my lunch break from Pier Side. What do you say?"She looked away and then nodded her head. "O.k.," she said, "one glass of wine." Terrific," said Jerry.He helped her with her. ”“You’d win, I think. They’re going to the house about two nights a week, so it seems to be inhabited. But they’ve not moved. And I’m fairly certain that I don’t want it. It contains over five years of ghosts, plus the other things from the previous decades.”“Not like Korngold’s protagonist?”“What?”“Erich Korngold wrote an opera, The dead city in which Paul, a youngish man whose young wife, Marie, has recently died, can’t come to terms with the sad reality of her death. He keeps a ‘Temple of.