I could see trails of pussy juice going down her legs as she hovered her vagina above my throbbing cock. She rocked her hips up and down while sliding...my cock in between her pussy lips. Each rock of her hip would leave a light squelch sound as her wet pussy gently rode along my shaft. I couldn’t help but moan as her pussy went over the sensitive spot on the underside of my dick. Her delicate lips felt immaculate against my cock, and she almost seemed to moan each time my cock throbbed against. I mean, if it weren't for the fact that I'm pregnant, I wouldn't be able to tell you or, for that matter, anyone else about me and my being a werewoman. You see, Doc, under normal circumstances, there's this what I have come to think of as an instinctual and pretty much all encompassing gag order imposed on us werewomen. And, that gag order makes it damn near impossible for me and my fellow werewomen to say almost anything to anybody about our miserable lot in life. I mean, we werewomen are so. ”She tried to meet my eyes, but only managed it for a brief instant. “I ... uh ... I’m sure I don’t know what you...”“Your husband is good at it, isn’t he? Whether it’s a few friends at a party or the whole congressional district during a campaign, he’s very good at it. But ... you are not. And, you know that, don’t you. You’ll never be a good liar. Everything about you is open and sincere. That’s why he wanted to marry you. He needed to be seen with someone who is honest and wholesome, but who. .. I could see it! No, not see it, feel it, sense it. The paper clip wasn't just simple metal. It was made of a very rigid frame holding a light but very stiff fluid. I suddenly realized that that stiff fluid-like substance must be the free electron population in the metal. I couldn't focus on individual electrons, not even close, probably by twenty orders of magnitude, but I could feel the population. My sense for detail was now allowing me to feel the electron population as a distinct fluid,.