He thought he was a slimy, smarmy piece of shit.Emma piped up once more.“You do realise Marcus, it was all about the money, your pathetic attempts a... sex were just that, pathetic. I’ve been more aroused at the sight of a cucumber”.Meanwhile Mark was seething, despite what Emma was saying to her boss he was dreading the conversation they’d be having when they got home, full of recriminations and pain, he concealed his anger so he didn’t give Marcus the satisfaction of knowing how hurt he was. They were all startled to see each other when the two came through the door unannounced.“Excuse me,” the young woman said at last. “Wesley said that we would have guests for lunch, but I guess I expected you all to arrive at once. Please come in.”“We arrived last night but went out for a walk this morning. You must be Rebecca. I’m Margaret Jacobsen and this is Phillip Heinrich. You have a look about you that has told me already that we are going to become very good friends.”Rebecca laughed and. Orange fur, striped with black, grew while their mouths became tiger muzzles. Whiskers grew. The rest of them stayed the same, but they had those hungry tiger heads. Their feline eyes stared up at me. They both purred with hunger, great, rumbling sounds of passion.They licked me.They dragged their tongues up my cock, so rough and delicious. I groaned, my face contorting from the delight of their feline licking. They slathered over my cock, gathering up my sister’s juices. They flicked over the. Me: Mom you are looking gorgeous and sexy.Mom: Really you think that? Should I buy this?Me: Hell Yeah! Mom, you should.Mom: But I am having a doubt. Is this lingerie letting my breasts look nice? I mean the cleavage region.Me: Hmm, Let me have a look.I was thus having the perfect look on my Mom’s lingerie once again.Me: Um yes. Mom little bit you should adjust your breasts properly.Mom: How what do you mean?Me: Well Mom if you want to know, then I have to touch your breasts. Is it fine?Mom: No.