Soon, the pains too have faded to the back of my mind. My nostrils are filled with the scents of the forest, even as, inevitably, the hunger starts to...grow.The moist black tip of my nose twitches as it catches a faint whiff of what I must have, and my guts twist in anticipation as I turn to follow the scent.I do not have far to go, but the hated scent of man is all about, so I circle warily. My nose and ears tell me exactly where my prey is, but I have learned from painful experience not to. She brings her lips to my own and I move my hands slowly to her ass, squeezing in appreciation and need. She moans against my mouth as she moves her hands to my breasts, cupping them as her thumbs dance across my sensitive nipples. Ahh. I feel my panties dampen to her touch. She lowers her mouth to my breast, teasing my nipple with her tongue. I can feel my knees start to weaken as throw my head back, letting out a soft cry. “Fuck me,” I whisper. “I fully intend to,” she says as she pulls me. Her mouth was open in shock, her eyes wide, the look on her face an indescribable mix of pleasure, desire, and shock. She wondered if she were hallucinating.“Jim! Stop that. Go to your bed!” came the commanding voice of her daughter.Jim didn’t seem to hear her, and Julie whacked his penis with her hand. “Now!” she said, and he shuffled off, stroking his penis again, whether to relieve the pain or in pleasure was hard to say.“I’m sorry, Mother. He stopped drinking the tea and he’s gotten a. Maa hanfte hue meri gardan me bahen dal kar apne se chipkate hue bole, “mai to gayeeee. Tumharee rani gayee. Uiiii maaaa kya jalim laura hai apka. Chod dala mujhe. Mai gayeeeeeeee” aur Premaa mujhse chipak kar shant ho gaye. Mai bhi aur ruk nahee paya aur Premaa ko chumte hue unki choot me jhar gaya.Kuch der tak hum unhee pare rahe.Phir Premaa mujhe upar se hata kar palang se utar kar kharee ho gayee. Jhuk kar apni choot ko dekhi to ah si nikal gayee. Mujhe apni choot dikhatee hue bole, “dekho.