She was his lover and her interest in art wasn't what he wasafter so he was a little surprised when she sent him a note asking to meethim at an art ga...llery.He opened up his cell-phone and dialed his office. "Hi Deb? Let Amanda knowI'll be home late. I found a new art gallery downtown." Oh, well she left a note saying she'll be home late checking out somethinguptown."Stan's smile spread across his face. "Alright then, see you in the morning."He turned off the phone thinking about how perfect. His wife was being admitted and they may induce her labor. He told me how much he missed me and how needy he was for my warm, wet mouth. I told him to be patient. His responsibility was to take good care of business. He told me that his wife was fine and that he hoped to see me on Sunday. We hung up. I hadn’t meant for it to happen, but it did. I’d been drunk and tired and that night at the party when the hot stud started groping me and feeling around my ass, I just gave in and let him have. I got through that one real easy because it had a minimum amount of sexual content.I read it again after I finished work for the day and was impressed with the reasons why this girl thought that she was more cat than human. She mentioned the ability to smell and see things a long way away and her pointed ears and the way she was always licking her hair by placing it between her lips.I saw that the girl in this story was so similar to me that I started to think about the institute and the. “Yes, sweetie” answered Gail. “We are both going to fuck him. How do you feel about giving Sam a lesbian show?” Wendi seemed to like the idea as she giggled and nodded excitedly while pinching her nipples. At the apartment they were greeted with two glasses of wine. Sam was exactly as Gail had described, short, slightly chubby and balding. Wendi too, was just as Gail had described. Sam smiled and winked his approval at Gail. The girls sat close to each other on the leather sofa while Sam sat.