'I'm so confused,' she finallyadmitted. Indeed, she was truly confused. She was really Don, amiddle-aged, almost- washed-up computer consultant, livi...g in a lovelessmarriage. But how could she explain that? How could she explain thatwhat happened between her and Jerry felt so right, and at the same time,almost homosexual! How could she explain that she both wanted Jerry,and hated herself for wanting him? Or, at least, wasn't sure if sheshould hate herself. Was she Don? Or was. It's an interesting mix. Guys do nothing for me. No, I have nothing against non-hetero guys at all. I don't get creeped out by hugging a gay guy at all. Just... doesn't do anything for me at all. But, werewolves do. She-wolves. Lady werewolves. So, dressing up and looking... maybe I could try a couple pictures and keep them for later for myself? There are holes for legs and feet and arms and it looks like the head works a bit like a hoodie. Possibly a tight fit but its stretchy and there's. I was getting so horny and I struggled to hold back the moans. Holly only ever wakes me up for sex when she's uncontrollably horny, so I knew she wanted me badly. Her hand was still in my boxers as she grabbed my shaft and slowly started to jack me off. I couldn't hide it now as the pleasure grew and I moved, so she knew I was awake. I moaned a little, giving her permission to carry on. "Hey, handsome", she whispered in my ear. I turned to face her and kissed her lips. "Hey, beautiful."Her hand. Fuck it. The chances of us getting caught are pretty slim. And of all the ways to lose a job, isn't this the American dream?I inhale a bit so you can get your hand out of my jeans and we sneak hand in hand to the office. Why are we sneaking? There's nobody here but us. There's not going to be anybody here but us, but we sneak anyway. As soon as the door to the office is locked behind us, we begin to disrobe witha slow-burn pace. Our clothes are so wet that we have to peel them off inside out to.