The bitch had been a clingy, grasping woman who expected him to give up his life. When the kid was born, she got even worse. The constant whining and ...bellyaching finally got to him and he just didn't go home one night. He didn't care that her father had told her never to return. He didn't have a single thought about the kid - all she did was cry. He had his own life and no woman was going to tell him how to run it. He only came back here to hide.He had been on the run for 3 years. No one saw. There was no internet back then, so he could only ask his school friends.Most of them had no idea either, but one had an older s1ster, who called hers 'pussy'.Janet and John had a young grey cat called 'Fluffy'.When Janet cuddled Fluffy it drove John wild with desire; his little willie standing up proudly.Janet had no idea why she had this effect on him; but kept doing it.One hot summer day Fluffy the kitten lay in a patch of sunshine washing herself.She lifted up one back leg and licked all. And said, “Hmmm where is it then?”. Steve smiled, knowing what she was hinting at….”Well, perhaps if you stroke it or tease it, it will make an appearance”, he said. Lizzie was about to do better than that. She got out of bed and went to the en-suite, she removed her dressing gown and took out the bottle from her dressing gown pocket and walked back into the bedroom. Steve marvelled at her huge breasts. Lizzie was not exactly tall or slim, but she had a nice rounded arse, and gorgeous breasts. I waved at him and he waved back as he headed up the stairs. Damn, I thought. I won't get to tell him about the game tonight."Are you going to have time for me this weekend? Am I going to be able to see you?" Alice's voice was soft and dreamy, like she was waiting anxiously for my answer. This was unlike her. She often told me what we were going to do."Are you asking if I'll have time to fit it in?" I asked, remembering how she had laughed when she said, "Fit it in. Get it?" I didn't mean it.