Was Cat actually encouraging me? She was kissing me like a lover, no, it was different, deeper and more erotic, and it felt<em>essential</em>. I wasn't sure the meaning to give to what was happening. I was hotter and harder than... usual, and her kisses lifted my scalp with electric tingles. She said "I love you" and kissed me even more affectionately. Before realizing it I had her tongue in my mouth or was it me who pushed myself into her?<br/><br/>I thought about Tammy, but the vision I had of her was like a floating angel watching us with tender and forgiving eyes, giving us some kind of blessing. I felt my manly urges still growing, I wanted to... I wanted to be with Cat, completely. I lost my reason when my hand liberated her bikini top, nothing left between her breast and me, and I raised by the hips to greedily suck on her nipples. I was falling back into infancy and wondered about depression and regression, but Cat tasted so good and seemed so eager to want me to continue I just couldn't help myself.<br/><br/>Her skin reminded me of her as a baby, when it was okay to lay against each other and kiss and touch. Somewhere a voice was telling me to stop, but it was weak and had this ridiculous high pitch sound that didn't make it a reasonable option anyway. There was no shame but something truly strong and mysterious at the same time.<br/><br/>Besides, I flet we were completely isolated in our bubble, there was us and the rest of the universe, only us mattered. I had no clear thinking of the consequences. Still some reflexes got the better of me or maybe I needed to grasp some air or look at her, still holding her by the hips, I moved her back a bit, and let her sit, I realized, practically on my manhood, I looked at her "Cat, I really don't know what we're doing and if we should be doing it..."<br/>