Smitha Aunty started talking about all the naughty things they did when they shared the same hostel room and Shivani Aunty was being shy at those mome...ts and giggled sweetly. Oh how badly did I wanted to fuck her straight away.. I wouldn’t care about any consequences if it wasn’t for my morals. I would’ve tore those kurta to fondle to perfectly shaped tits and the leggings to fuck her fair and pink pussy. I was dreaming about it while looking at her boobs when Smitha Aunty called my name and I. Shock spread across her face as she entered the room she was faced by four grinning men, three she new Robert her sexual assailant, Jacob Rees the head of council, Colin Gound from district who she only new by sight the fourth older short fat man was a complete stranger. Here she stood a skirt so short it didn’t cover her arse cheeks, a tiny sheer triangle of material was the only thing obscuring her cunt lips from show and that so sheer her outline stood out so clear. The bra supporting her. Scrambling over he began his barrage of fists into the next ones face till teeth were missing and blood spilled. When he moved to the third claws stabbed him in the stomach and pain shot through him. Gasping for air he gripped the clawed hands arm tightly and twisted. There was a snap and the third staggered back pulling their claws from his middle. The fourth one, a tall grey furred werewolf strode over and socked Phoenix so hard in the head that everything spun once, twice, then was out.. Let’s go back and we can fuck, darling. Show me how much you love me.’ The scene went through my mind in a blink. I nodded at Hazel, the real Hazel, the one sitting on the sofa right there in the living room. ‘Yes, Aunt Hazel,’ I managed to croak, ‘somewhere romantic, somewhere where we could be together.’ I don’t know if Hazel saw it in my face or if she heard it in my voice, and I can’t really recall much of what followed too clearly, but I suppose my words affected her in a way I’d not.