That evening, as Tracey and I were preparing dinner for ourselves and Cathy I asked her whether Cathy would be bringing her latest boyfriend. I was re...ally hoping she would so that I could watch another guy fuck my wife, especially after this morning. No she replied, I dont think shes seen anyone since the black guy, but she did tell me she was bringing some toys. She wouldnt tell me what so it could be interesting! Cathy arrived wearing a slinky red sheath that made it obvious she was not. Despite her considerable age, she managed to look much younger, a fact which endeared her to many, particularly elder males, who overlooked he slight imperfection of a bent nostril (the result of a skiing accident in her youth), and she entertained several senior males, each of whom entertained thoughts of a more long-term union, for she was not short of a few crowns. The soft down which covered her flanks was always clean, neat and tidy. Her talons were always kept sharp (unkind rumour had it. ”Tommy is a friend of mine. I don’t want to see him get hurt. The kids at school are cruel to him. If they knew he had that kind of money, it could mean trouble for him!I sat down next to him on one of the couches in the game room. I leaned in and gave him a kiss on the lips. He just sat there not knowing what to do. “Just relax,” I told him. I kissed him again, this time a little longer and harder. I slid my tongue over his lips, trying to get him to open his mouth. “Open your mouth Tommy,” I. Her daughter couldn't possiblybe Kimberly's age. She wore expensive jewelry and fur like a rich mansspoiled trophy wife.Carl Dawson rushed the house. He saw a cell phone on the counter whathe for a moment thought was his daughter removing tape from a fur coat.This couldn't be his daughter.Upon seeing each other they both remembered a second life a lifeneither of them had lived. A life she rejected. She lunged forward,and bit him.Like a balloon popping a burst of energy exploded from the.