Soon he presses his head against the side of Angelique’s, his hot panting breath against her ears sending shivers down her spine as he mercilessly p...unds away at her shallow tight hole as Angelique struggles to shield the fact that she is actually enjoying the now pleasurable thrusts.“Now I’m going to make you my own.” He whispers lustfully into her ears, panting hard as Mikhail gives one last, plunging thrust into Angelique. Groaning and grunting in pleasure, Mikhail’s dick spasms. ”“Yes, you need nets and plenty of balls too, so you can build up a nice bowling rhythm. Ah, Mr Bird,” Rodge addresses the newly-arrived window cleaner, “Arthur’s been regaling me with his bowling prowess. I’m considering drafting him into my team.”Bird laughs, “Yes, Mister Roger, Art’s pretty useful. He hasn’t any proper kit, mind, ‘though I have knitted him a cream sweater.”“You did?” Rodge enquired, eyebrows raised.“Yes, I learned to knit when stationed in India for seven years. Good way of. "Watch out for the posts!" Shouted Bernie,"I Know" shouted Neville, "I know where they are!" He swerved around two large steel poles cemented into the concrete, the wheels screeched as he passed them by inches. He then drove out of the yard on the opposite side, thru a narrow gap between the sheds. In-front of us was a large Farm House and next to it a large brick built Barn, the house and the barn were connected by a long narrow single story shed, what looked to me, like a very posh stable. I didn't mean to scare you. Tch tch."My calming tone seemed to have the right effect and she "sheathed her claws," so to speak. She promptly turned away and presented her butt."Mew?"Kate, my unexpected witch roommate (would that be the correct word for someone who created a whole set of rooms attached to my broom closet? Well, whatever she was) had transformed a neighborhood cat in heat into a woman for me to have sex with, as the unique sexual energy in my apartment apparently produced power.