“I’m no prude.” “Oh good then, well I will see you tomorrow night at 8. Don’t bring anything, just yourself.” The woman smiled, then she w...alked away.On the night you wore your black stockings, and your leopard print bra and panties, and a little black dress. You felt a kind of anticipation, that something might happen you had never experienced before. You couldn’t say why. Maybe it was just the thrill of a new city, new people. But as you stood in front of the mirror in your black underwear,. ”“Well all four of us widows went through the same thing you are dealing with now; I got relief, but I also will get you a new brother or sister due around next spring.” Susan’s eyes got big as saucers “Yes, I am too old, but none the less I am pregnant. Sandy is carrying a brother or sister to this baby. And the other three widows spent time last night also trying to get pregnant, or practicing how to get pregnant.”“What do I do Mom?”“Have Sharon take your sister down the street to our Hotel,. He laughs at that. I say nothing and roll my eyes.I guess we are, but last night you said there were men with guns making the rounds. And they were not Brutes, Right? I ask.Nope they ain't Brutes, damn them smelly hides. Howle sneers at the memory. Na these fellers was slick. All pretty uniforms and acting like they owned the land or something.But they did not hurt you? I quiz so more.Nope, like we told you last night we ain't got nothing, Howle flashes me a humorless grin. Until you showed up. “It took you long enough,” she teases, not turning around. She can see Brock’s parents sitting out from where she is bent over at the window.The boy smirks, but otherwise wordlessly kneels right behind her, staring directly at her ass. He kisses it, right at the crack. Thrills shoot up the catgirl’s spine at the thought of what will soon happen to her. He kisses her pussy and she bends over a little more for him, yet still keeping an eye on his parents. Then Brock buries his face in his pet’s.