EWW!We have three cats ... two house cats and one wild animal wearing a pet cat suit. It's the black cat in the pet cat disguise that's getting a drin...k, when I sit down on the throne and drop a good one.This is the cat, in normal times, who thinks it's great fun to lie in my down around the ankles pants while I'm 'reading' one of our Far Side or Calvin and Hobbs cartoon books. Nothing like a good laugh to get the 'lead' out. He tends to snuggle right in and go to sleep ... which might have. As more entered her, Christie began to run out of air and her eyes were rolling to the back of her head as darkness clouded the edges of her vision. The fear and loss of air had made her feel separate from what was happening to her, almost as if she was watching it. To her own utter amazement, despite the predicament of the situation she was in, her arousal was once again rising as a deep yearning for more of the cock grew inside her soul. Adding her own efforts to that of the Lizardman,. Their seven inch steel hard black cocks filled my mother from both ends. Jim was on his knees, holding her hips and fucking her. Jake was on his knees with his hands behind her head pulling her mouth onto his shaft. Every time Jim would pound her, her tits would sway sharply back and forth. As I watched with a combination of shock and delight I noticed that Jim was not fucking Moms cunt. His cock was pounding deep up her asshole. Dad was the first to see me standing in the doorway. Without even. He had already seen and heard everything that I had done. He had also seen me remove the tourniquet from the first man's arm and that the wound had only seeped a little. This man's wound was on his leg, and it was obvious that he had received it while on his horse. Fortunately, it was only a couple of inches long.I placed the tourniquet on his thigh above the wound and tightened it up. I gave him a larger drink of the Mehkong because he was so nervous, and then poured some of it on the wound.