Yet Jennifer's perverted alter ego dismissed it all. She knew it was her son lying on her bed, yet that was exactly the reason why she didn't want to ...et dressed, and instead of feeling ashamed she felt pure lust. Her juices were running down her thighs even more profusely than before, realising she was standing naked in front of her son, delectable and pungent. She knew her own son could smell her cunt and she loved that fact. She knew he could look at her twat, see her matted bush and the. . I got hurt, yeah. But then they let m-m-me feed, and apologized.”“Apologized?”“Sort of,” Natasha said. “It was an accid-d-dent. Wrong place, wrong t-time.” Once Jessy put her down, the three of them started walking in a row. Like old times. Not that Jack had much right to think like that, short lived a time as it was, but it made him smile when he looked there way.Jack and Natasha recounted the events of the meeting, the werewolves they met, Clara and Avery, and Natasha filled in some blanks. ” She trembled from his words. There was no need to introduce himself, she recognized his voice. He was Dominion, the man that commanded those unholy beasts, the man that had conjured that black tornado. “I must say, you are even more beautiful in person, but I want to see how beautiful you really are. Take off your clothes.”She was petrified with fear, but instinctively shook her head, some part of her refusing to let go of her pride. That part knew what was coming, what awaited her if she. Most of her friends were married now and had other priorities. “You also know that this offer probably won´t…“Two thousand!” she interrupted and drank again. For a few seconds the man said nothing. What was she thing about?That kind of money could buy her a good holiday or a cheap car. “Not exactly cheap, are you?” he said. Marie giggled nervously. He had a point; apart from a pair of good tits and a short dress, she was nothing special, at lease not in her own eyes. It was a cold day; she was.