His clothing was just a shirt and jeans; you couldn't tell anything except he was a guy. He pulled his hair into a ponytail and looked like half the g...ys in my old high school class. I thought I caught his eyes drifting to my boxers as I changed clothes; it made me feel good but funny at the same time. I decided that there was nothing to lose, so I invited him out for a beer later that night at the local watering hole. We had several drinks and were feeling pretty good. I was actually enjoying. "You still have your slip on," pointed out Mr. Leahy."Oh," exclaimed Miss Frost. And she lifted her slip over her head and stood there miserably in brassiere, panties, and stockings."I think we need some help," said Mr. Leahy, and spoke into the intercom. "Miss Holliday, will you step in here, please?"Miss Holliday was all smirking attention as she spied the half-naked Miss Frost. "Yes, Chief?" she asked, never taking her eyes off poor Miss Frost."Miss Frost needs help taking her clothes off.. . but I didn't want to. I wanted to prove that I was desirable.He showed up and put the blanket on the ground. We kissed and one of his hands began to massage my huge tits while another slid under my hanging belly and between my fat thighs and into the wet place between. I moaned as I felt his cock grow in his jeans and unbuckled the belt, and as he squeezed the round mounds of my ass. He seemed to like what he was feeling, all of it, just fine.I dropped to the ground, ass grinding into the. When she went to open the sliding doors to the balcony there was a burly orange cat sitting on the railing, watching her with stony disdain."You!" she chuckled. "I suppose you want a handout!" Heliopolis is home to a large number of cats, some of them abandoned pets who eke out a living on handouts and rodents. This character had reached her balcony by the feat of climbing one of the steep concrete buttresses that rise to provide privacy between apartments. He was, unlike many of his fellows,.