Shadows were dancing in the darkness. I felt sick, and my shoulder hurt. I stirred, but then realized that I’m lying on my side, and that I’m stuc.... Something was pressing my left arm. I remembered that I’m not alone as I heard soft weeping, resembling animal’s whine. I didn’t see the girl, the darkness was absolute. Then my eyes managed to discern a vague light spot, probably her shirt. “Are you OK?,” I asked. My voice had become hoarse and lisping. The weeping stopped. She sniffed. “Been. When she arrived at the outer reaches of Boisde Berengaria, Catgirl was in high spirits. As well she should have been:an attractive young cat woman with orange fur and black stripes, garbedin a fashionable green mini-dress and matching boots, with an air of completeconfidence, she simply must have been someone in charge of her own fate.She shrugged off her backpack, adjusted the pink feather in her green RobinHood cap, and scrutinized the forest in front of her. This seemed as gooda place to. Let me describe the lady, she was plump and stout, but everything was in perfect shape. Her saree was like see through, she was fresh with Jasmine in her head and she was neither fair nor dark average color. And her breast was in size of and huge coconuts, with a huge ass, but she didn’t have any extra flesh around her hips. She was a well built and a very hot lady.The bus started, we bought tickets. The conductor went to the front, the doors were locked and lights were switched off. It was too. But all the time I was aware of Mark who circled us like prey, as if waiting his moment to pounce. He would stop still from time to time to watch intently while sipping his single malt. And then I suppose I must have become so engrossed in the deep French kissing that I lost all sense of time and place.The taste of her mouth, sticky and sweet from her tart red gloss, mixing with the juniper aroma of her just drained cocktail, intoxicated me utterly. I was in bliss to have her wonderful full.