“And that is the true meaning of perfect”, went through my mind. Unwittingly I've licked my lips like a hungry one looking at the fine dish, but t...en he speaks again:”Sorry, dear, that will have to wait.” He moved towards me, and instinctively I moved one step back, but he grabbed my ass, pulling down my knickers. With his cock he gently spreads my pussy lips, preventing me from creating any sensible thought. Oh, it is so pleasantly warm and smooth, it strokes my clit just the way I like it,. Kieth and Holly curled up and fell asleep in the back on the drive home, it had been a long weekend. I held Linda’s hand the entire way home. Soon we were home and we were making out with our sweeties on the couch. I was kind of surprised that my dad was not home yet, but not worried. I guess he decided to stop off somewhere on the way home. At around 11:30 we walked the girls to Holly’s house, and I told them I would bring over their stuff tomorrow.A little after midnight I was crawling into. The boy sucks her swelling folds into his mouth, running his tongue up and down between them, teasing her. Bolts of pleasure shoot through the catgirl’s body. She mewls, smiling. If happiness came in the form of pleasure then she is the queen of it. She wobbles her hips, shoving her pussy forward, right into her master’s face, silently demanding he give her more of what she wants.But Brock wants to maintain his control. He slowly licks up to the tiny nub, tongue lightly teasing it. Missy opens. The bedclothes were rumpled. The two figures sleeping atop it were still slick with sweat and their own fluids, their skin glistening and slight, content smiles on their faces. On the floor beside the bed, a half-packed suitcase lay where it had fallen in their throes of passion. All the anger, all the fear, all the love and compassion just vanished, replaced by a gnawing, deep hole of numb betrayal.The knife slipped from his fingers unnoticed and stuck quivering in the wooden floor point first.