Then he felt my exposed boobs. I was not wearing a bra that day. He dug his fingers until he made me cry out in pain. He put the flat of the knife aga...nst my erect nipples and then he laughed when they contracted at the coldness. I tried to shrink away from the blade. "Do not dare to move, bitch… or I will cut you…” He treated me. Next he pinched my nipples cruelly with some kind of latex covered fingers. Tears come to my eyes. My hips jerked as I felt a rush of shame since I was reacting to. I looked her in the eyes again, and then glanced down at her tits. They were lovely - nipples quite large and the areolae were very dark. These are two of my favorite "tit traits." I took a slight step forward, pressed against her, and said "Helen, are you sure?" She looked up at me, nodded, and said "You've been so kind ever since you moved in. I thought it would be nice to see how kind you can be!"I leaned back enough to expose her tits, and cupped my hands to lift up her mature tits from. ‘Gets everything in a family way ‘cept herself. Never figured I’d cheer for someone to knock her up, but time’s wastin’ and the Deacon line could go dead. Farm go right back to woods.’ ‘Oh, hush paw, why don’t you and me go in the parlor to eat our pie. Let the young folks talk.’ ‘I’m comfortable here and ain’t finished my ham and taters.’ ‘Lord, man, you’re thicker than a oak stump. Get your big rump in that parlor.’ ‘Woman, you know I ain’t dumb. Hesh yourself. I’m comin’.’ Casey and Maggie. I don’t see him yet, I never see him until he’s on me and then it’s too late. I take a different route every time, but he always finds me. I start at a noise behind me. I have to smile at my own foolishness. No human could lay a hand on me with my Alpha so near, and he never made a sound while he hunted. At last I see him. He leans his long, powerful frame against the brick wall. His waist length dreds flow around him like living things. I know better, but I can’t stop myself. If I can.