. the confessor was going to be the next occupant.Nobody came forward.“Drat!” said Junior.“I know,” I said. “I wanted to hate her. The kitte...ns seemed to like her.”“Everybody but Murray.”About the cats:When JW and the throng started ‘looking’ at the bus, the fleet of kittens and mom fled the shelter and shade and scurried to the dumpster. Tyche could see Murray push the Wesco store doors open. He ran to the bus yowled and thumped the hood a good one. A sixth kitten ran over to safety as JW. Timeless.No season changes in this part of the world. Everything stayed pretty much on an even keel, constantly. The constancy of the place is what appealed to her most. Well, almost most.The favorite thing of all, of course, was the company. No stuffy dinner parties in this setting. No black-tie, fair-weather socialite friends. And especially, no demeaning and insipid men.She had grown pretty tired of the lot of them anyway. Except her father. And she missed him dreadfully. Her one. He licked my pussy lips with his tongue stuck his tongue into my pussy and sucked very softly on my clitty in a few menutes I was cumming all over his face, he keeped on doing my pussy until he made me cum again when I look down at his cock it was standing proud, I said you look ready for the main cource, I sat on his cock and it slided all the way in like he was made for my pussy we started slow, I’d slide up very slowly on his cock than I’d drop down very hard on his cock I was ready to have. She was blessed a natural B cup rack with 2" puffies that were just perfect and a beautiful pink lipped pussy with about ten natural wisps of light golden pubic hairs. She was eighteen and a half when we met and she could have impersonated a eighth grader. When we went out we often got dirty looks. It didn't help that I was 22 and it definitely didn't help she was found of public displays of affection. Actually I was too but I think a lot of people saw me as a statutory r****t instead of a.