It was Beth that pushed me into it. She never considers what might possibly happen, does Beth. She only thinks of what she wants to happen, and ignore... all the other probabilities. Sorry about that, the three of you. I didn’t want to get off on the wrong foot with you, but Beth ... well, Beth is underhand in her dealings with people, I discovered. She gets someone else to act as front man, so that if it goes pear-shaped, she can get out quick; but if it goes well, she takes over the lead. Then, I came to a story that was about a girl that thought she was a cat and she wanted to dish out her pussy to any boy that showed an interest in lifting her skirt and checking out her assets.I got through that one real easy because it had a minimum amount of sexual content.I read it again after I finished work for the day and was impressed with the reasons why this girl thought that she was more cat than human. She mentioned the ability to smell and see things a long way away and her pointed. Beth smiled at me as my breathing slowed. “Now it’s your turn,” I said as I began kissing her, moving from her lips to her neck, pausing for several minutes to worship her breasts, and then continuing down her stomach to her pink, wet pussy. I was nervous because I did not know what I was supposed to do but could not restrain myself from tasting her, running my tongue from the bottom to the top of her slit. She shuddered, so I did it again and started out slowly so that I didn’t. I have stepped in close; you can feel my erection as it sticks up along the crack of your ass, as I lean in and begin washing your inner thighs and crotch. I lather up your pussy real good, running my fingers along your nether lips, letting my fingertips run circles around your clit. My hand climb soaping your hips and belly all the way up under your breasts. I cup them; squeeze them hard, as my dick throbs and twitches against you. I palm your nipples soaping them up, and then use my finger.