” He demonstrates on me, his knuckles resting a few inches above my groin. I flinch, but he ignores that.“I slowly extended my claws, doing my b...st to miss the abdominal aorta or other major blood vessels to avoid killing her too quickly.” Before I let my panic overwhelm me entirely, I realize he has not actually matched his actions to his words this time, but is only pressing down hard on me with his knuckles.“I dragged them up through her abdomen, still very slowly.”Only his fist mimicked. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils as she began returning the favor, kissing his knees, and then the inside of his thighs as she approached the towering monument of his manhood. It twitched, trying to both encourage and repel her slow, feline attack. And then her mouth was around him, enveloping the head, bathing his most sensitive skin with hot, moist saliva. He struggled, trying to think of anything but the incredible pleasure he was feeling. He thought of calm lakes and still. “Will you get hard for us please Greg?” I said. Laura and Emma stroked the insides of his muscly legs. I stood up and rubbed Gregs packet through his trousers. He was coming along nicely. I had a little duffle bag for the occasion and pulled out a tailor‘s tape measure. Greg looked at me in puzzlement, as a mischievous smile spread over my face. “Come on then Greg, get them off,” said Laura. Greg was in a pair of grey and khaki combats, with zips all over them. I stepped up and gave him a head. My wife slowly started playing with his balls and cock and teasing the head with her tongue. I sat in the chair to the right of them just watching my wife tease him into getting hard and when he was fully erect his cock was a monster looking b**st. I watched my wife open her mouth and try fitting it into it. It took her serval trys before she could get it all in her mouth. The guy had his head back and his eyes closed as my wife started working her way up and down on his monstrous cock. I head.