”There are catgirls, you know... “Oh right,” the witch says thoughtfully. “Then I guess that is what you are, only you’re a...”I’m a wha...?“You’re a midget,” she says, trying to hold back a giggle.I am not a midget. I’m a cat. I was born a cat alongside seven brothers and sisters. My mother was a cat too.“Well, I’ve never seen a pint sized catgirl, and if you’re not a midget then what are you?”A cat! Do you have a listening problem?“No.”Good.“How did you get this way then?”Really? More. My breasts were still small, too small for my personal liking, and my nipples were off a soft cherry red hue, rubbery to rigid, and sensitive, I felt they might just remain in their aroused state, it felt nice to touch them.My stomach ached, did that mean I was pregnant, he went bare-backing into me, neither of us could stop this juggernaut of an urge, feeling him probe between my labia, was a no return point, I wanted it as much as he did and could feel myself push back at him, as he stretched. Belo Rakhi Er geo Ami Rita Kakimake Purota Nagno Abostai Dekhichi, Amar Bath room aar Rita Kakimader bathroom er Majher walle ekta pipe hole ache setadiye sab dekha jai. Sei bar Rita Kakima Bathroom Chan Korchilo Ami oi pipe hole diye or Dhab dhabe Sada Mai Tate Brown Colour-er Kismis , Sundor Choto Gud, Pod Sab kichu dekhechi arr amar dhon dore khechechi Kintu Rita Kakima je Ai bhabe amake diye chodate chai eta konodone bhabteo parini.Jaihok ai bhabe 2, 3 din Rita Kakima tar sarier anga. I looked up from my phone to see who had spoken. Patrick , who lived two doors down from me, was standing at his door in a towel, obviously just back from the shower. He was grinning at me. As he unlocked his door he asked, "Forget your key, dude? You've been standing there like you're lost." Patrick was hot. He had brown curly hair cut fairly short, a nice face, dark eyes, and a killer body. He was medium height like me but built a little bigger than me. Muscular but lean. A baseball.