Of course, but...

"well... For you Mrs. Parish, I wouldn't mind," Marissa bit her lip as the older woman deftly moved her hands in her shirt and pulled them down, somehow taking the buttons out and moving her bra down like magic, before moving her hand over to tug her own robes down. Both of their nipples were highly erect and the buds were crossing.

The cat took notice of Marissa's set and began wiggling her body around, unintentionally batting them around and even teasing the crotch of her skirt. Sometimes the catgirl's legs felt as if they would accidentally claw and kick down her clothes. She swore she noticed the animal futas's cock flair up.

"Now come here and give us a kiss," Mrs. Parish purred. Marissa leaned in tongue first and the older civilian softly stuck her tongue out. Gently, they licked each other's tongues before gently diving deeper, swirling around in each other's mouths. Mrs. Parish, being more experienced, easily dominated there innocent officer.

All while the cat was busy gorging on her owner's breath milk, occasionally stopping to bat and kiss at the officer's own chest. They were good "toys" for her if nothing else.

But in the distance, just as Mrs. Parish was working her hands down into Marissa's skirt and Marissa was about to drop her robes, there was a cry of, "Help, help!" in the distance. And Marissa just getting ready to do her daily MILF run. Mrs. Parish knew all of her sweet spots and Marissa, admittedly, did have a thing for motherly figures. But there was a sense of duty, even as she pawed and kissed at a Gilf.

This left her with two options.