That silence had been caused by concern that she’d made a mistake and thrown away everything she’d worked for, up to that point, away. It wasn’t...directed at Taylor and really didn’t have anything to do with him. That, he knew how to handle. The supportive, strong silent type was something he had down.No, this was directed at him. He knew Whitaker blamed him for the case going to shit, and he agreed with her. He understood her career would always come first, but he had started to really like. I agreed without further protest. At least it wasn't a city-sponsored bash and there was no chance of running into sex starved teenagers.I chose to appear as a monk this year. It was a simple costume that required no heavy makeup as I had to be easily recognized and that suited me just fine. After checking in and donning my costume I headed to the club. There were already a number of party goers getting warmed up. After I met with the management and staff I hung out at the bar with a host of. When I kissed her I could smell the tanginess of a guys gentles on the tip on her mouth. It would literally get hard just smelling that scent and it put me at awe. So I had many mixed emotions but still to this day I haven't brought it up . Idk if she is messing around with other guys but I sensed a little mystery with her breath and her dick sucking abilities that literally improved every time we had sex. This is when it gets interesting... One day after we had sex I wanted to keep her panties. I had to admit she had thought my choices out well to her ideas, and to my worst as ultimate demise. Ignorance and sheer dumb bliss awaited me if I by wishing asked of Sprite to change me into a whole animal buck goat. My existence would become but hunger, lust and being alive..., as if by being a satyr was there anything more living in that form than becoming as is a farm animal?Thrusting began anew as the doe below me swooned and bleated with every new push by me inside of her. I began again.