She looked at the sky. Above her, it was clear, but she couldn’t see any horizons from the bottom of the riverbed. She could smell moisture, though,...and it wasn’t from the drying mud caked on her body. There was a storm coming.Tabatha walked back the way she had come, across the dried riverbed in the shadow of the great, dead bridge high above her. By the time she’d climbed back up the bank, there was a roiling darkness on the western horizon – an approaching summer storm. It was growing. "Well, I can take Bailey for a run with me, I can't do that now with Tabitha," Mikel said with a grin, ducking the small piece of bacon she threw at him. The first time the small dog had seen Mikel as a wolf, the expression on her face had been priceless. You could see the confusion in her little eyes as she'd watched Mikel, but when she'd realized it was the same scent, the same person, they'd gotten along famously.It had been almost as amusing the day they'd come home and had decided they. .Now I slide her dress further down to reveal a lick of black hair above her pussy. Her legs are long and quite decorous, but white as though she habitually shuns the light of day. Now our eyes meet and I make a great show of licking my hand. My tongue is broad and honed upon many a fine cock; my lips glisten with the ripe juices of my mouth. I slowly paint a line between her breasts, down her body and finally my fingers rest at the entrance to her pussy. I begin to rub it and the Lady. ’ I was beyond caring to cover myself up at this point. Every part of my body was already seen and inspected by now. Two women came into the room carrying cardboard boxes. I recognized Dr. Weller, but I’d never seen the other woman before. She had a rather husky build and was able to carry two boxes of clothes easy. The women put the boxes on the floor next to my bed and opened them. Dr. Weller was a woman that I’d later learn to be fifty-four. She aged rather gracefully, but, in my opinion,.