I light my candle. I touch up my make up and take a last look at my outfit.Tonight I’m kitty.So let me tell you what I look like today. I'm wearing ... black camisole, the kind that you would wear a sweater over top. But I'm not wearing anything over it. My boobs are pushed together. The shirt is dangerously low, revealing nice cleavage. I'm wearing a really short black skirt, stockings and heels. You can see the tops of my stocking. I'm not wearing anything underneath. I’ve got my kitty ears and. “I’m glad you finally learned to let me help you with your door and everything. I was worried that you didn’t appreciate me treating you that way.” “It’s just been so long. I can’t remember the last time my hubby offered me his coat when I was chilly – you did it without me even asking or making a comment. I miss feeling like a lady!” “I’ll treat you like a princess as long as we know each other, Emmy. Can I confess something to you?” “Of course.” “It’s been a long time since I had any. I went back to my place and quickly came off to the picture of my slut girl fucking this guy. I got up early and watched him leave. One of his buddies picked him up and they high-fived each other. I am sure there would be a story about the slut he just had.I waited a moment and them approached her door. I had to let her off the hook so I made up the story about going home early drunk. I didn't want confront her about her slutty behavior. I was afraid it would end things between us. It was bad. Jake asked, “Is sex really guaranteed?”Beverly lifted her ass up off the seat and pulled her panties to her knees. From there they went to her ankles, off from her feet, and were hung from his rear view mirror.Beverly spread her legs, placed his hand back were it had been, and said, “Does this answer your question?”Jake felt the ultra smoothness, he felt the heat radiating from her pussy, and he felt the moisture that was lubricating her slit. When his rough callused finger slipped into her.