“Here he is,” Adam announced.Constance moved toward him. Adam lifted the suitcase from him and Arthur stood. Using his cane he took a couple halti...g steps toward her. They embraced and kissed.“Look at them,” Kara whispered to Adam. “Did you see how Arthur looked at Mom? You look at me that way. It’s how I know...”“I hope we’re just like that when we’re their age,” he replied. “Arthur looks like he’s aged a decade. He must’ve been beaten up worse than that agent let on.”Arthur turned toward. You look beat and after all, you're just a girl!" (I'll blame heat-stroke on such a risky jibe.)In a sugary-sweet tone she replied, "Oh, no-no... I'll get it sweet brother. After all, you did win." And then in a slightly more ominous voice, "I owe you!"Oh shit, I thought... owe me what? But I was too winded to argue or even attempt to be clever. Sinking into a deck chair I waved imperiously to her and said in my most superior voice, "While your up, won't you get me a Grants... uh... I mean a. I submit to you. Surrender to your pleasure.”I licked his mouth again, my tongue pushing past his lips into his mouth, tasting him as I purred louder. I shuddered, pressing my breasts to his whipped chest, his sticky blood coating them as I slid my hips higher, the tip of his cock nudging at my pussy lips.Then I pressed backward.He shuddered beneath me while I yowled into our licking kiss. My eyes widened, my tiger-ears twitching. His cock was so huge. My labia stretched and stretched and. She closes her eyes once more as she rubs my hand against her cheek before giving it a gentle kiss. “This is all I ever wanted,” she whispers softly looking back up at me. I take her and lay her down gently on the bed as I lay down behind her, wrapping my arms around her. I place kisses on her shoulder. She leans back and looks into my eyes. I lean in and kiss her lips. I feel her hand grasp my hip. My fingers travel across her breasts, up her neck and gently caress her cheek. I feel her hand.