" Do you know where he's headed, I mean Cornwallis," Foster asked."Last I heard," Mercy said, forehead furrowed, "it was Jamestown and then Portsmouth... Guess he'll cross the river at Jamestown. It's pretty narrow there, ain't it?" Have you heard any more about Clinton?"Mercy shook her head."Or the fleet?" Foster asked."No," she said, "all they talk about is teaching Wayne another lesson." Thank you," Foster said, standing and offering her his hand. "You did a good job. I'm glad he brought you. Or my aunt," he said as he bounced up to face the source of the voice, taking a fighting stance until he saw her emerge from the shadows. The gorgeous red-head wore a black domino mask over her eyes, a headband with two fake cat-ears, and a red leather catsuit with the zipper left open enough to show her spectacular cleavage. "Homina, homina," the young hero said as he immediately recognized the Crimson Cat. "And you certainly could be one. A friend, I mean. Not my Aunt. Unless you really hit. She was enjoying it. Of course she was making may penis feel heavenly by slowly jerking it but i did not want cum like that.The train was running very fast with out any stop. In the rhythmic beat of the train i wished the husband uninterrupted sleep on upper berth, as i was feeling and enjoying his wife just a few centimeters down /away from him.It was thrill to see and feel a woman’s pussy and boobs, sitting next to him. I ,now suspect, she too was enjoying the thrill of showing off her nude. She told me I could stay at her place. The couch folded out into a bed and I could stay there until I got an apartment. She said she would throw in dinner so I accepted her offer.The next day I left work early and met the man from the court at the house. I rang the doorbell and when the wife opened the door and saw it was me she tried to close it, but I stuck my foot in so she couldn’t close it.“You aren’t supposed to be here.”“Well surprise surprise here I am and the gentleman with me is from.