I growled, pushing the muscles harder and running deeper into the woods. The hair on my body was becoming thicker and longer. My face stretched, the n...se getting wider.As I ran my thoughts began to clear. I liked to let the beast take control when needed. The feeling of raw power in my body, the speed, the adrenaline was better than any drug. At times I had lost control of it in the city. Bad things had happened, not that I minded what the beast did. I enjoyed that too, but I just didn't want. She moaned with pleasure as played with her clit and lips. I soon had a couple of fingers deep in her cunt and she was dripping juice. I pulled my fingers out and replaced it with my tongue and licked and sucked at her lovely, juicy hole. My wife was behind me and I could feel her pulling my shorts down to expose my stiff dick. She had taken her bra off to expose her magnificent breasts and erect nipples. I stood up and kissed my wife, so she could taste the maid's juices. Angela (my wife!). As for aggravating my wound,you can see where my stitches are. As long as you don't put any strain on them we should be safe.”“I haven't got any lube. What can I do?”“You must have some sort of oil in the kitchen. Use that.”I came back from the kitchen with a bottle of extra virgin olive oil. Susan had me dribble some on her arsehole, then work it in with my fingers, at the same time stretching her hole gently. I dribbled some more onto my cock and stroked it. It was already rock hard as I. By mid morning I'd erected it and installed all the glass and shelving that I thought I'd need and set about clearing all the overgrown weeds at the back of the cottage, it was a mammoth task and by mid afternoon I was shattered and my hands were full of little scratches.The girls hadn't been idle either, they'd been decorating a room we'd decided would be used as a nursery, it was between what would eventually be mine and Jill's room on one side and a slightly smaller room, which would be.