Buck then announced my soaking wet pussy was ready for some action. I heard him stripping off and soon his hard cock slid deep inside of my hungry pus...y.This time I let Samuel’s dick slip out from my lips and I moaned with pleasure. Buck’s cock felt so good pumping hard my swollen cunt.He tried to finger my tight asshole again; but I begged him for some mercy; since my poor sphincter was aching too much. So he just grabbed my hips and began to pound me faster and harder…Buck pumped me faster. Will she remember, or believe it was just a dream. The next item on the agenda, is to get my cock into that tight hole. I’ll work on that tomorrow. After all, I still have 27 days! When I woke up, it was almost time for Richard to come home. I rushed downstairs to start supper. Ron had gone outside, somewhere. I was glad of that. I didn’t know what to say to him. I felt so refreshed, relaxed, almost as if I had climaxed. The dream!!! I climaxed in my sleep! I haven’t done that since I was in. I figured," yeah, right!" Aftermany drinks I felt funny. "Must be drunk", I thought. James offered todrive me home. "A cup of coffee will help clear your head." he said.After drinking it, I felt very sleepy. Then I guess I must have passedout.When I awoke a couple of days later, I was very frightened and knewimminently something was wrong. I was strapped to a surgical table,naked, and a bandage was on my lower abdomen. I felt weak, and tiny. Ifelt hair in my eyes: my hair was always very short!. And through it all, an intense need to breed. A yearning, clawing horniness.Covering his face, Kyle cried. “Oh, god! Maybe it’s true! You see all these movies and read all the stories about weremoose, but who ever imagined they were real?”Gina comforted him. “We’ll fix this. There must be a cure. Someone must know something. Or maybe it’ll clear up on its own. Like the flu.”“The flu doesn’t make you grow antlers, Gina. The flu doesn’t make you so horny you—”The doorbell rang. Peeking through.