Jill sat transfixed on my cock, watching Jen's little hand run up and down my mighty thick shaft with all it's bulging veins and occasionally cupping ...y big hairy balls."Hey, Jill you want to touch a big thick cock?" asked Jen after a minute or so.Jill sat staring for a moment before replying "Oh no, no, I couldn't, I shouldn't.." "Oh come Jill, no ones going to see us in here, and it's just touching it for a moment!" Jen said trying to tempt her.Jill hesitated for another second or so and then. “I like all positions so I’m just happy to go with what my partner likes. I do like ‘doggy style though!”“Oh why’s that?”“Well, you get really deep penetration, and you can really ram it in hard when you get going!”“Oh, I like it rammed really hard!” Caz quipped“I bet you do?” I replied“Oh, why is that?” she asked“Because you are a fucking horny bitch!” I said, as I continued to frig her pussy with two fingers.“I can’t argue with that!” Caz responded.“Going back to doggy style, if you do it in. It was all made worse by an obnoxious shrill coming from somewhere to her right. Leanne fumbled blindly until her hand landed on the vibrating source of that noise, and brought it close to her crunched-up face. It was a phone, but it wasn’t her phone. Hoping the red X meant ‘turn off’, Leanne tapped it, and blessed silence ensued. She heaved her relief, reached over to plop it back on the small table, and then groaned when nausea followed her movement. God, she felt like crap. When her head. There were still quite a few hours left before the twelve hour limit on the Catwoman costume's transformation abilities would expire.***As soon as dusk fell over Gotham City that day, Catwoman and her kittens made a near perfect heist in the Gotham Museum of History. No police came upon the scene, but one well known crime fighter must have come upon some clue that led her to chance upon the feline felons as they were slowly but surely using their claws to etch circular holes in display cases.