A summons was never taken lightly. "Beth?" Donna began. "Yes Mistress," she answered. "Who took my virus?" Donna said raising an eyebrow. Beth swallow...ed loudly. "We don't know, Mistress." She had called in all sorts of favors to look for the six cat-haired women or any rumor of a bio-weapon that did what the virus did. "There were no records of hotel rooms or car rentals." Donna slid out of bed and padded over to Beth. The T-Girl began to sweat; her mistress didn't look happy. "What about the. . - I told you, we're not mating. What we're doing is... What a nonsense. "Mating". Who told you that?- I'm not stupid, mom, really.- Shush!..They both laughed. Thomas enjoyed looking at mother face, blushed and pretty in the midst of the sunny day. A window was wide open. Freshy current of air gave both of them wonderful sensations, allowing to feel naked flesh more sharply. Thomas never felt so naked. Returning from the kitchen he looked at his mom's ass. Abrubt images of himself slapping. Keep going... keep going!" Contessa shrieked and gripped the sheets. Her body was beginning to tremble. I knew what was about to happen. I had heard her scream those same words on film. I kept pounding into her now quivering pussy that was about to gush. It was hotter than it had been and began to grip me tighter as the spasm formed. Contessa's body began to tense and she gripped the sheets so hard, her knuckles turned white. "Now! Pull out... pull out... puuuullllll oouutt!" Contessa yelled. I. He's gonna learn some manners, or else we're gonna go round and round. PERIOD!!! END OF DISCUSSION!!!" Lorene and Gail had stood back listening to their baby. There was steel and fire in her voice, and both decided, as had Irene, to go with it. Gail had asked which clothes she wanted and got them for her. Cathy was singing as she dressed in canvas, camo, hunting pants, a long sleeve shirt, sweat socks, and a hunting vest. "You're good girl is gonna go bad. I'll be the swingin'est swinger ya.