" Oh I got an idea honey, but not the kind you're thinking of."Matt got up and left the room and I said, "Honest Marge, even if that is what he was th...nking I wouldn't and you know that. You're my best friend."Ten minutes later Matt walked into the room followed by a big, beefy looking man. "This here is Al. Al is our next door neighbor and six months ago his wife left him and Al says he hasn't been laid since she left and so he should be full of cum up to his ears. Al, this is Monica and she. The best thing I can say about my life right now is that I’m not quite stupid enough to actually say, ‘Well at least it isn’t raining.’” I couldn’t help but laugh at the grim situation I found myself in. Most people are optimistic when sitting in the park, but the storm clouds growing above seemed a perfect metaphor for my mood. My name is Mike, I’m a 32 IT Lead at a local business. Roughly six foot tall, I’m pretty average in most ways. Brown hair, reasonably fit. I run when I can, some weight. But for others, it’s an unknown presence stalking just outside the mind’s consciousness, more menacing the less that is visible. Regardless of the Companion’s form, it’s a brute animal—wild and dangerous if left to roam feral, powerful and useful if bound and tamed. Becca’s Companion began as a creature too cruel to be real, born of horrible events further sharpened by a young mind. Her innocence had been taken by force at a young age, though she was well into her twenties before she realized. We both looked at each with lusting our eyes.She moved away and walked over to the door of the shop, put up closed sign and then pulledthe curtains across blocking ant viewing from the street.When she returned she removed her gown followed by her bra and panties.She removed the robe from me unzipped my pants and made me lift up so she could removethem and my briefs.My 8in cock was expanding fast as she placed her hand around it and began to stroke it.looking up she smiled and then licked the.