Harder than anything.”When Becky finally let Mike fall to the ground, his nose was bent, his eyes were blackened, and his face was covered in blood....The girls were ecstatic, crowding around the circle as Becky used Mike’s discarded t-shirt to wipe the blood from her rippling pectorals while she stalked toward Cedric, who was only now pulling himself up to his hands and knees. A look of fear flashed across his face as he saw her massive calves and teardrop-shaped vastus muscles moving toward. “I’ve been thinking about all the dads, especially mine. Every time he smiles at me now, I wonder, ‘Is he thinking what I’m thinking?’”“Mmm. Me, too,” Becky chimed in. “I heard my dad in the shower this morning… and all I could think about was joining him.” More nods. “I had to stop myself from just walking in on him in the bathroom.”“Shit!” Laurie piped in. “Last night, I was walking around in a tight camisole and my lace panties, hoping something would happen.” Smiles and more nods. “So?”. Take off your shirt.” “No,” said the girl loudly. “How old are you?” he asked, looking angry as she backed away. Vixen left, slamming the door behind her. After the second speech class, a lecture on preparation, the instructor stopped her at the door, his hand on her upper arm. “You were sixteen when you did those porns, right? I found three more on the Internet, and I searched the birth-death records in Albany. You’re only seventeen now.” “None of your business,” Vixen said, pulling free. “You. As they moved away from the cage towards the central area I was as always stunned by just how realistically Kat moved, her body faithfully replicating the characteristic grace and flow of a true feline, her manner at once obedient and aloof, her body sleek, her hair cut in a style the French refer to as "Le Coupe Sauvage".I knew from experience that even still pictures would capture the feline grace and supple movement, due not to my skill but to Kat's, a true pet in every sense, house-trained.