....almost biting your lip......your head hits the wall as I force myself into you.....I grasp those hips and slam into you the last few times....a sq...eal escapes your lips as you feel the urgency in my actions....you look into my eyes as I pull out...."Now you get on your knees", I command, my fat cock in my hand, holding back my impending cum. "I'm going to use your fucking huge boobs as a fleshy canvas to come all over.....your prim and proper look......expose those tits for me......pull. After we chatted for a bit, Mom said, "Well, I guess we should get started. Let's do the black cat first since he is the most skittish. If we do Hazel first, he will freak out and we will never find him. Also, he's got longer hair and is going to be more difficult to do." Okay," I agreed, "Makes sense to me."I snickered as Mom donned her leather gardening gloves and carefully tucked the sleeves of her sweatshirt into the cuffs of the gloves. "What do you think that we are going to be doing?. *** A short time later, Claire entered the darkness of her sisters room, shadows interrupted only by light from the occasional scented candle against a wall or shelf. Their frail luminescence revealed Melissa lying back on her bed. Her skin was bare other than her frilly white lingerie, yet Claire noticed with surprise that while her sister had otherwise stripped, her footwear had become less revealing. Melissas long legs were crossed and clad in black, knee-high lace-up trainer boots, gently. I saw her coldly shoot down any number of guys who tried to chat her up. Bree was simply not comfortable around boys. I was the exception. She was constantly touching me on the hand or arm, playing footsie with me under the table, or otherwise just being close to me. Every once in a while there was a hint of the scared little girl I’d seen that first night. She’d tense up or otherwise pull away from me for no apparent reason, but by and large she seemed remarkably comfortable when I was around..