It was normal for me to take many books to bed with me. I favoured those which had been personalised as in Xmas or birthday presents. I would have fan...asies about the names on the inside page. Who were they what did they look like? But there was worse to come much worse in fact? I soon learned that by stacking books on my navel I could induce pain? The bigger the stack the more pleasurable things were for me? It was quite normal for me to kiss and lick the pages of the books. I just loved that. She must have been mid to late 20’s. long brown hair and a very petite body, with small breasts like mine. One of the woman sucking on his cock was a little older, I would say mid 40s, but very attractive for her age and in great shape too. She stood up and turned to face me. She looked at me and never broke eye contact as she bent forward, reaching behind her and slipped her pants over her bum and down her legs, rubbing herself on Paul thigh as she did so. As she stood back up, she grabbed. "Stop calling me Mr. It's not like we don't know each other" I handed her my car keys and sat down on the couch, where her daughter promptly handed me another glass of wine. Jokingly, I said to both women, “You’re just trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me!” Expecting vehement protests to the contrary, I was surprised by the dead silence. When I looked each in the eye, they just smiled.Rissa excused herself and headed for her room while we sat for a while longer, polishing off. She heard a yelp and the wolf leapt away, more wary now that its food was fighting back hard.By the light of the Glo stick the wolf looked demonic with her blood smeared all over its muzzle, its eyes reflecting the light with no mercy. Out of the corner of her eye she spied the slug thrower. Slowly she tried to drag herself towards it, all the while the wolf growled and stalked her. she was almost there when it leapt again, straight for her throat. She raised her left arm to block it, which it.