Of course the topic of what the three of us had done last weekend came up in conversation. Sounds like they had a great time and were stoked how every...ne got on and how comfortable it felt.One thing Taz brought up in our conversation was how surprised he was that he enjoyed being fucked.Was that Taz telling me he wanted me to fuck him again?I asked him. Turns out, he drove down hoping I’d fuck him, again. That was the cue to go up to the unit I think.One problem though, I’m fully erect from our. The house was large and rambling, set well back from the road as were all the houses in this neighborhood. Tucked into one side of the city, the development essentially consisted of small estates with homes separated by dozens if not tens of dozens of yards.It was here that the Maxwell's moved, into a house that had been long abandoned after the last murder-suicide. Several years ago an attorney's wife went mad and killed her three young children. Covered in her children's blood she waited. To Batgirl’s amazement, the figure that landed with a soft thud in the center of the room was dressed not in black and gray, but a rich, deep purple.“Catwoman!” she said loudly in amazement.The master thief wasted no time with introductions, grabbing the shotgun from the hands of the would be Bat-Killer, slamming the stock back into his face. Twice her size, he returned to anonymity as he slumped to the dust-covered floor.Shaking off the shock of her near death and Catwoman’s unexpected. I moaned lightly.Dad: Are you feeling better?Me: Yes, dad, but the pain is still there.He looked at me and kissed my forehead. He got up, brought a sleeping eye mask, and made me wear it.Dad: Close your eyes and just relax. I’ll take your pain away now.I nodded and followed his instructions. He kept sucking my boobs, but with his other hand, he was touching me everywhere. I could feel his one hand roaming on my belly and then on my thighs. I was dripping wet. I knew something was going to.