Though the pack leader was larger, Masjena was smarter, and used that intelligence to extend the fight to the point that both opponents were panting w...th exhaustion.Still, the pack leader was larger, and if his intelligence was no match for a humans, he was still very smart for a lucrus, who are much smarter than most humans realize. A technique too often repeated by Masjena allowed the pack leader to duck under her chest and lift, toppling Masjena onto her back. A pounce put the leader over. They acted like they were in their sixties though. They always seemed to look down on me and complain about turning up my music to loud and about making noise when I come home late. They seemed to be so uptight and proper. The wife, Sarah, was the worst. I actually think the husband may be an alright guy but that bitch cut off his balls and placed them in a jar on her nightstand long ago. He always seemed friendlier when she wasn’t around. Sarah always dressed rather modestly never showing more. With her back toward the moon, waiting expectantly, observing me awestruck, I sat back on my heels and observed her in return. The moon lit up each and every soft contour of her body, the twin mounds of her breasts, crowned in their own splendour with two dark areola’s from which protruded slightly puffed but nevertheless rock hard nipples begging to be suckled. Touching her soft orbs gently, lightly pinching each nipple, my fingertips traveled down to her flat stomach. My gaze tilted down and. Istill love the clicking of my very pointed stiletto heels on the hardflooring. I presented my passport to the officer, who studied itcarefully before saying:"This states your sex as male." That is correct," I reply with a smile."Forgive me," he says, "but you are a woman." No," I reply, "I am a fashion model who exclusively models women'sclothing, I am just returning from the New York fashion week where I havebeen working." Well your passport is in order, but your appearance is remarkable."He.