“Well ... She’s going to get me the beating of my life from your father—”“And you’ll love it, too, won’t you?” Cathy interrupted.“Th...t’s beside the point,” Vangie sniffed. “Most women don’t like to be spanked. It’s ... it’s spousal abuse!”“True,” Cathy conceded. “You’re right about ‘most women.’ But you’re not ‘most women’, Mom. You love it!” Then with a giggle she continued, “So what happened?”“Well, you know we bought that studio that owned Bill Warren’s contract, then merged it into. It felt good, and my finger slipped easily into my vagina. I moved my pink panties to one side so that Uncle could see properly what I was doing.He groaned.“Suzi, why are you doing this to me? It’s bad and I said you could stop it.”“Oh Uncle, I can see you're enjoying watching me. Your cock’s gone all hard hasn’t it? Do you like watching your little niece masturbating herself then? Is that what you really wanted in your photos? Go on then – take some nice photos of me. Were you going to. .he shoved her legs back, holding her under her knees, causing her ass to rise up off the ground, and her ass to stretch apart..He wasn't gentle this time, with one thrust his dick was fully in her ass, and he started fucking. Ladies, if the idea of your man fucking someone else makes you think I'm crazy, trust me, this is not love making or anything close to it. All I could see was A Dick, an ass, and a cunt. There is something so completely taboo, something you don't want to admit to. I currently wore only my black boxers, the only thing I wore to bed if I ever wore anything at all. I went and rummaged through my pinewood dresser and found a pair of dark blue jeans. Most of us male werewolves in the tribe didn’t wear shirts til winter. We had our fur to keep us warm and protected. So, I pulled on the jeans and made my way out to my small kitchen. I went looking through my fridge, only to find I had pretty much nothing. Oh, well. I had to go to Eagle Harbor for groceries.