The night air was still quite warm and the Florida humidity made things damp and sticky. Hank tried to nonchalantly adjust himself in his undies, but ...I could tell what he was doing. When I asked what he was doing, he tried to brush it off by saying that it was just hot and humid and he was sweating in his clothes. I was also a little warm and told him if he needed to, to just take them off until we were ready to leave, He said he couldn’t do that for obvious reasons and I asked if his erection. “All you have to do is say stop. Say stop, Daddy.”But all he came out with was like a choking gurgle.“Come on, say it,” I said. “Stuh ... ahh ... puh!”I blew the last syllable into his ear. I was pressing harder, rolling his dick around in the soft sweats. No way he was going to say it.“Can you teach me?” I said.“You ... already ... seem to know ... a lot.” But he was tugging at the back of my shirt — his shirt — pulling it up over my ass. I lifted my knee and showed him my curly thatch, and. But just as sheknew my body, and its reactions, I also knew hers. Our bodies weremoving in sync, my hips rising and falling in time with Lisa'smovements. She was moaning blissfully above me, her breathing ragged andshe had a look of pure ecstasy on her face. Then I hear it, that changein her breathing as her moans became deeper and more guttural. A fewseconds later I felt the muscles of her vagina relax. It always happensright before her climax, her whole body seems to go limp but then, asecond. Gemma was already dressed and I had to concentrate really hard not to become really hard. She was dressed as a cat. She had on black patent leather spike heels, sheer black pantyhose, a black fur trimmed leotard which showed off her awesome figure to perfection, long black fingernails and a hairband with two furry ears and a furry nose held on with elastic.My costume was on the bed. The deal had been: If she agreed to wear the sexy cat costume I had spotted and begged her to wear, I was to go.