Then I feel one of Nina's fingers joining my cock in her cunt. Tonight she feels the not infrequent need to really have her cunt really stretched. It ...elt good.Nina's cunt massaged me, her finger massaged me, the nail at its end scratching against the underside of my cock head, its hardness muted by the wetness of Nina's secretions. It was so weird. I just lay there, trying to control my eruption. Then Nina spasmodically rose and dropped hard onto my prick. I knew she was coming. Her finger. Late at night, when clouds cover the moon and the shadows fall short on the pavement, when the cold wind blows and the few lost souls still wandering the street shiver and draw deeper into their chins and collars. It's not hard. It's painful at first-pulling away from the security of the stone fortress that is the cathedral.That became our purpose. We became not the hated and feared monsters, but the warm and comforting arms around the lost souls. Most couldn't see us. Most choose not to see. Tabitha had her own personal reasons for wanting Grace, too. She had fallen in love with her. She couldn’t wait to be laying naked in bed with her and seeing her mated with the different animals on her island she owned. And the beast even her daughter couldn’t handle. Grace was the one and once that beast had claimed her Tabitha knew Grace would never leave her.Then there was Maureen, the witch. She needed Grace, too. Her coven, the only one that placed animals above humans, badly needed a well. I let go off the lunds, got up with my shorts still pulled down and walked down the aisle to find another place. I found a seat at the beginning of a row, next to a young guy wearing a cap and a thick jacket. I stood in front of him with my shorts pulled down and my semi-erect penis. He was looking at it as if he was going to swallow it in the next moment. But he seemed a bit scared too- perhaps he was new to this, inexperienced, working hard not to do something, no sex, no lund! Working hard.