I thought about ripping it open and listening to the buttons fly around the room but I withheld myself. Instead I unbuttoned her blouse like a gentlem...n. Then I removed it and placed it on a chair. I was surprised to see that Jezebel was wearing a bra but I was sure that it was for my benefit so I just smiled and started to kiss her cleavage. I could smell her favorite perfume between her tits because it was my favorite perfume too. I reached for her mini skirt and pushed it down her hips. I. I'd read about the whole thing before- a cycle female wolves go through once every few months or so where they don't just feel the need to fuck anything that moved. No. They need to BREED. I've never been fond of werewolves. They were standoffish and territorial and I never understood them, but now I was developing a deep respect for the women who had to go through this often. This was a burning need between my legs and a wanton feeling to spread my legs to the first man I could pounce on. The. Her little tongue now was darting in my mouth as she gasp for breath. I seemed to into dreamland with all the good feelings. She began to moan louder and fuck me deeper. For a 13yr old pussy&hellip,it felt perfect. She liked to squirm it around my hardon as to get all the feeling she could&hellip,.. &hellip,Mia&hellip, &hellip,.this was the best ever. Our first sex I was so nervous, but not now. I loved feeling him on top of me. His hardon filled my pussy tight and it was now coming alive with. Back at Dillon Run, we went to drop Leslie off, but she started to sob wildly again. She choked out, “Thank you all so much for tonight. I’m such a loser, but still you accepted and loved me. Again, I’m so sorry for all that I’ve done.”Leslie trudged into her unit, and the rest of us went down to Paul’s townhouse for a nightcap and more chat. We sat around on the sectional and briefly talked about Leslie’s future. Paul contributed, and showed some compassion for his sister. As he said, “I.