Mouse! Her unsuspecting prey sat on the table, facing away from her. Pussy Kat crept forward slowly, taking care to prevent her bell from jingling. Th...re was no noise to alert the defenseless rodent. When she was only a few feet away, Pussy Kat paused.The mouse was still unaware of her presence. Pussy Kat went into a crouch; her elegant rear began to shake as she prepared to pounce. The sudden leap struck true, one graceful paw pinning the rodent. Her swift attack had left the mouse paralyzed. "I really like doing the cheerleading stuff," she continued, "even thoughI don't have the full uniform yet. You're supposed to have blue spandexunderpants called spankypants, but I don't have any yet, so I just wearthese ordinary cotton ones." Looking at Sam, she stepped forward andlifted her skirt again, only much higher. Standing about two feet in frontof him, she displayed her thin cotton panties, thrusting her hips forwardfor emphasis. She was looking directly into his eyes, but he wasn't. Given that it was standard practice to stuff your face at a carnival however, I figured this wasn't likely.Next were the presents. There was a big stack of them, and we had already made plans to sneak them into Tina's room while her mom was still at work. There were books and make up products from her friends that she really appreciated. Mom got her a gift voucher for a full hair, manicure, and pedicure treatment. She was excited about the clothes that the girls gave her. I knew they had all. Wishing she had a real man to take hervirginity, she satisfied herself with repeated orgasms, soaking the sheetswith her juices.Then the doorbell rang. . . .Chapter ThreeTerry rang and waited. Recently it had become harder to catch women athome, but there was always the older woman hoping to turn back time andattract a man that would be willing to pay any price for that hope. Terrywas an expert at miracles with make-up and made a decent living as a woman.Her mind wandered some while she waited,.