“Don?” The word sounded more like a plea, rather than a question. XXNX “Let me see. …”, I pondered, “it must be Snow White, or Sleeping Beauty.”
Her little arms wrapped around me, hugged me soundly, and she said, “Yeah, you guessed it. “You okay?” I asked her. Sissy ith at my sister’th houth, so at least I know she’th okay. Kat was married to a chicken-shit named Alex. I spun my chair around, and there she was, looking me straight in the eyes. The gasps, the groans, the unintelligible words, they all told me Kat was enjoying what was happening to her body. It’ll be my fault that I lost him. She was settling down, but I could tell she was seething inside. On the third kiss, she responded with a little return pressure of her own.
