After I nutted in her I went and got her breakfast ready. I had bought a big bag of cat food and a dish, as well as some kitty litter which I kept sus...pended in a box above the toilet. There had been a couple of mishaps but the last time she had to go, her crap had gotten into the toilet. I had high hopes she’d be toilet trained soon. Maybe it was easier for her to learn because of her human sized brain?I wondered ... with a larger brain did that mean she could learn to talk too? I went back. I think I’m in...” She stopped. She’d been about to confess to her daughter that she was afraid she was falling in love. Instead, she finished with: “fatuated with him. I mean a lot, honey. He makes me think of things I thought I couldn’t have any more.”“Oh, I know where you’re coming from there,” said Jennifer. “I can’t tell you how many times I tried to imagine him and me, doing what I saw Mike Nelson doing to Renee Stephenson while they were having that stupid party.”“What were they doing?”. I grabbed the lube off the nearby mantle and gave it to her. She popped the top and poured some onto her fingers and brought it around to her asshole. She rubbed the lube all over herself, slowly inserting one finger inside as the man watched my whore in action. I withdrew my cock from her mouth and told her to stay bent over. I came around to her backside and spread her cheeks wide, so the man could get a good look at her puckered anus. I positioned my cock at her entrance and rammed it deep. As the dinner wound down John was hoping this would not be the end of the evening. He was desperate to spend more time with her. More than anything John wanted to pull Bianca into his body, to kiss her deeply. He was so attracted to this girl and his needs as a man were becoming unbearable. John’s lips needed to kiss her neck, to kiss her cheek, to nibble her ear, smell her perfume, his hands wanted to touch her bare waist, to grab her hips, his fingers to lightly trace her inner thighs. More.