Sorry..." John apologized, his feet sliding around under him. He grabbed at Dave's shoulders, and he responded with a yelp."Ow ow OW! Claws, kid!" he ...aid, gritting his teeth, "Watch the claws!"John gasped, transferring his weight into one arm while he brought the other arm in front. The claws were there, black and shiny, sticking out almost from underneath the pads on his palms."S-sorry, sir." he apologized, staring stupid at the four-inch long daggers stuck on his fingers, "How- what do. But I wanna do this foreplay, first. You're far too hot for me to just skip straight to the sex."I must've blown her mind, because when she said that, she opened her legs and beckoned for me to come to her with her index finger."I've never heard a guy say that before. You really is special." She kissed me a few times and whispered in my ear, "Rub my pussy like you was just doing."I smiled and did as she said. My fingers rubbed her jeans gently, until she unbuttoned them and I slid my hand into. He could see me see it."Your hair is beautiful," he said."Just lucky I guess. Lots of other girls in my position are not so." What position would that be?" he said. He took me again in arms andburied his face in my hair. I hoped that it still smelt of shampoo. Itwas expensive and scented, but I had been working all day.He stood closely in front of me. He pulled up my camisole and unclippedmy bra with skill. My breasts fell a little, but they were stillrelatively new and pert. He let his. I brought my fingers to it and rubbed it in for her, as her hands never abandoned my rod. "That's sweet of you, Ted," she praised me in a slow tone. "If you wanted me, you could have told me. You didn't have to hide in my closet and spy on me, voyeur. A brunette MILF is meant to be enjoyed by everyone, don't you agree? Especially when she has a horny step son?" I bit my bottom lip, brought my hands up and my own body vibrated. "Are you just fucking with me, Quinn?!" "No, of course not," she.