To my surprise, she didn’t say anything but held my hands. She didn’t let me take my hands off her boobs. I was on 7th heaven as I knew what this ...eant! I smiled and she gave the sweetest smile back. Then I started kissing on her neck and smelling the sweet fragrance of perfume and sweat coming off her.She was calm and slowly brought my face near her and touched her juicy lips with mine. It was the most sensual kiss of my life. We kept on smooching and hugging each other with increasing. They investigated the entire house, making lots of notes in their notebooks.They laughed, when I mentioned our house was a mix of subway carriage and strip bar. I began to use my sense of humor and got the two women laughing with me. I began my kitchen work and as I planned I bewitched them there. First I fed our kids and then the agents and I had lunch. They found everything delicious, particularly the Hungarian strudels. I did laundry and other housework and they began to praise me, admiring. Eventuallyhis hands touched upon the familiar spandex feel of gym leggings, and hesaw he was now the proud owner of dozens of gym bunny type outfits. Heheld up a pair of black leggings and rolled them up his thin, femininelegs and beyond his shapely ass. Alan made sure to push the gym leggingsall the way up, so the waistline was almost up to his belly button.Checking himself out in the mirror he cursed as he saw just how invitinghis ass now looked as the black fabric clung to his curves like a. . And as I was writing it, I made the girl enjoy it more with the wolf than with the man ... And I loved it – so I kept writing more stories like that. Werewolves, and fairy tale wolves, having ‘romances’ with young ladies ... I wrote about it as good as I could, but I don’t know what it feels like, like ... And I’ve got obsessed with it, and I really want to know how it feels so I can write about it better.”She pauses, her story told. Brief and to the point.“So ... This is purely for.