I took a step back and just stared enjoying the view for a few seconds and then went back to work on her arse. The base of the vibrator was right und...rneath my balls buzzing away, which only added to the pleasure, and I knew that the game was almost up for me. I pulled out of her and watched in pleasure as her gaping arsehole quickly sprung back to normal size, I repeated the exercise but this time replaced my erection with a finger to stop her arsehole restricting again. I grabbed the. I just looked her into the eye. She paused there for a moment. And then her mom called us. So went to the hall. There we sat on one side of the table and her mom on the other. And they started talking some story. But I couldn’t stop thinking of that navel and how hot she was to fuck. I couldn’t resist so I slowly moved my hands under the table towards her. Touched her soft hand and there was no reaction. Then I slightly held the last 2 fingers of hers but she gave in and held my full hand.Now I. She looked at me and realized that she had shaken me from my tired sexual haze like trance that I was in. Caity smiled and her ears folded down a little which showed that she was relaxed now which was reinforced by her tail now slowly swaying from side to side. She cuddled up closer to me bringing her face closer to mine and further away from my stomach, she stopped at my upper chest and rested her head on my mini pectorals and said “It is raining outside Danny.” I looked through her bedroom. Her dress was hiked up around her thighs, nearly to her waist. Watching her relaxed deep breathing, he much preferred the idea of having sex with her of than offing her. He’d checked into her background a little bit. She was one of those robot-like feminists, who, for want of a man of her own, preferred slicing and dicing men she didn’t know. The man who’d hired her, he was told through intermediaries, had said as much. He believed it. Bitch she was, and bitch she’d die, unless… Home was quite.