"Yes!"I gasped as the whole of Zai's length became buried deep inside me. I felt so full, and stretched and it felt so good. I thought I should be gui...lty about that but Zai was panting, stroking my own cock with one hand, both of us incoherent with desire and lust. I rocked against him, or hips grinding together as Zai's knot plugged me fully, the length of his shaft stroking me to ever greater heights of pleasure. When Zai's claws broke the skin of my shoulder I cried out, a mix of lust and. The car was luxurious, the scent of leather, cool air from the little vents in the door-panels. The doors made a funny click and I guess that the driver had locked them, and then we were off. The tyres made a strange sound as the car ran along the tram lines. Bicycles criss-crossed our path. We were on Nieuwezijds Voorburgwal (don’t ask), it’s the street where the old men in their long black coats and tall black hats with their battered bicycles sell their rare stamps.Now we were way from the. "Hey!" Suzy said, obviously embarrassed."We're just messing with you, Suze," Sandy said. "To tell you the truth, I was getting pretty moist myself." Same here," Tracy admitted. "I think Sabrina was too. I thought I saw a stain forming in her pants." Why did she leave early, anyway?" Suzy asked her older sister."I don't know. She probably left so she could go finger herself." Haha," Sandy laughed. "Hey, is she going to need a ride home?" Nah," Tracy said. "Her house is only like three minutes. I was never one for mixing my metaphors but this was a different kettle of fish and I was a horse of a different colour."I can't go out dressed like this." Why not?" Because.... Because people would know." Who's going to know?" Sarah demanded. "Look at yourself in the mirror."I did. A pretty young woman looked back at me. "You don't even recognise yourself, for Pete's sake. Your own mother wouldn't recognise you."She was right. The woman in the mirror was exactly that. A woman. A bit wobbly on.