My breath quickened as I felt him hook his hands behind my knees and pull me forward, my open pussy pushing into his body, his cock, still contained w...thin his pants, straining to be released. His hands moved down the curves of my body, from the sides, then the back, and finally forward to my open hips. I thought I would die of want for him to touch my pussy, my clit, my wetness. He knew it, he sensed my need and desperation for him, and I felt his mouth smile as he kissed me, his hot breath on. "She wasn't protected, either. She did this celibacy thing and hadn't had sex since I was born, probably. There was no reason for her to be on birth control until your dad walked through the door..." Well, Pop seems to think that if he sees her again, he'll become addicted or something," Mac said quietly. "That was the OTHER thing -- he swears that she's the hottest fuck he's ever had -- and with Pop, that's going some!" Weird," Donna mused. "Very, VERY weird!"With dinner over, the group broke. The restlessness of her hunger got the best of her. She was sure I wouldn't mind if she just rubbed her head against my calf. That shouldn't bother my too much and then she would at least get to touch me. Maybe ease the ache just a tiny bit. She started purring again as she leaned down to rest her chin on my foot. My foot shifted a bit, but I didn't throw her off. A good sign, Cat thought.I could feel her purring throat on the top of my foot, and desperately hoped she would settle down for a. He looked somber in his new duds as he opened the door for us. I looked over the black slacks, shirt, tie and jacket. The polished black shoes completed the outfit, though they clashed pretty well with his dreadlocks and black shades. ‘Dressing up?’ I asked him with a grin. ‘I was tinking dat I should upgrade,’ he said. ‘Devon hear about de whole ting on de news. I be so sorry, Miz Gretchen.’ She shook her head and smiled for him. ‘You don’t need to dress up, Devon. Just dress like you did.