Finally after weeks in a San Francisco court they divorced and we went to live in Oakland, Dad went back to his business in Mexico and Spain. He sent... only the money necessary for my necessities.Mom got a few weird friends that scared my 12 year old skin, they all looked like witches and together they did a real "akelarre" or a witch meeting with their scandalous laughs, and plans to probably rule the male world.After a few months of those plans I was looking for something under my mother bed. Were the two of us hornyenough from over a year of sexual repression to take this next step?Making out was one thing: sucking a man's cock was another.I shouldn't have wondered."Let's see that pretty little mouth of yours wrapped around my cock," Jakesaid, as one hand casually yet possessively patted the top of my head.Being called "pretty" shut down the last rational part of my brain thatwas still weakly protesting this abrupt turn of events. Without breakingeye contact, I tucked my hair. Back at the house I walked Stephanie to the door of the guesthouse since it was very dark and she was a little tipsy from her new experiment with alcohol. I had to hold her by the waist as we walked to keep her steady. At the door I was about to leave when she looked at me with pouting lips and big saucer eyes, Dont gentlemen give their date a kiss goodnight? More cock teasing from the little vixen. I put my hands on her waist as she turned her cheek to me and I leaned forward to give her a. It was for sure a cat though.I had no desire to have my eyes scratched out by either, so I racked a shell into the Mossberg 12 gauge riot shotgun. The Mossberg was the one I kept at home. The antique Winchester riot gun stayed in the safe room of the office, most of the time.I opened the front door with the shotgun pointed at the ground, not anywhere near the cat. I could bring it up quickly, if need be. I didn't want to shoot a starving cat by accident. I got my first good look at the cat and.