"It's great to have a mentor like you." Melissa noticed that Gary was smiling happily and Travis looked even worse than he did when he first walked in... Gary was a mousy little man, that Melissa simply had no time for. He wasn't creepy or weird but he just seemed dull to her. Today was different though. Gary was smiling from ear to ear like a schoolboy who'd gotten his first piece. He'd even walked straight up to her and looked her in the face, when he'd come into Travis' office. Something had. I was so desperate, that in my ignorance, I even tried rubbing fresh semen into my flat chest, to make then grow, in much the same way some boys rubbed salt into their chins in the misguided belief that the hairs grow looking for moisture, but the biggest secret I his from my family and friends, was the supply of the semen, I asked my uncle, my mothers brother, whenever I stayed over at his flat in the city, Uncle Bertie was a lady's man with a love for little girls, I knew this because it was. His long tongue gave her a long lick and her protest quickly turned into a moan. On all fours, she was revolted as the werewolf began to lick at her pussy, his rough tongue creasing her clit. Her body shuttered in pleasure. How could she be enjoying this? As his inhumane tongue began to work in and out of her cunt, Hermiones hips began to buck against his face, wanting that tongue deeper, harder. No, she moaned, protesting against what was being done to her and the fact that she was enjoying. I'd decided I didn't want Emily to become his woman. When I got back, the bedroom door was locked. I heard them laugh, then Emily saying loudly, "Oh oh, sounds like the wimp is back." I heard Carl say, "Let him see what he's missed and what you've had." She unlocked the door and I burst in, then stopped dead at the sight before me. Emily stood semi-naked in just stockings and high heels with her hands on her hips and a haughty smile on her pretty face. I looked past her to see Carl laying naked.