Now, he kept his other hand on my thighs and started to feel my skin with his hands. He pulled me close again and started kissing my lips. I tried to ...back him off a bit, but he held my waist and thighs tightly and started kissing me more harder. We were smooching and I lost track of everything. My tongue was deeply involved in his mouth and vice versa. It felt like we were eating each other. I could feel his breath going down my throat.He slowly went down and then, started kissing my neck. All. Finally, she made her move. With a coy little smile, she crawled between my spread legs, and dipped her head low. Her face disappeared beneath me, and the skirt of her shift tightened around her plump ass until it sprang past her hips, exposing the shadowed bow of her elegant back. I could feel her breath in my nethers, a soft warm wind whispering down, down, down until it was hot and rapt against my puckered anus. “It’s like a buffet down here,” she mused with a chuckle, “so many delicious. Her costumemakeup was good but at this moment it seemed authentic; especially herface.Megan's face looked like a cat-woman. The nose. The whiskers. Even theears seemed more authentic.Once again she pulled at some of the fur; this time from the front. Shemet the same sting as before. Megan was growing more anxious now,fearful of what was happening to her. Was the costume adhesive somehowstuck? She gave a forceful tug of a tuft of hair and let out a loud anddefinitely feline hiss. Megan quickly. .. twenty-three ... maybe twenty-four crates. Although four of them are pretty much destroyed. That's ninety-six bars, at ... let's say, sixteen thousand dollars per bar ... that's ... that's..."I had sat down on one of the cases to examine the gold while Anna finally made the calculation, so I wasn't balanced very well when she flew at me, wrapping her hands around my neck, and screaming at the top of her lungs as she bowled me over onto the hard floor."A million and a half dollars, Michael!.