I allowed a few low deep groans to expel from my mouth. I writhed and squirmed around on the bed, gripping my legs together as I buried my fingers dee... in my pussy. With my free hand I took a firm grip on my large breast and pinched hard on my nipples.I felt my pussy convulse and tighten, a huge wave of sexual ecstasy washed over me and I flung my head back, arched my back off of the bed and rode out the biggest orgasm I had ever given to myself.“FUCCCKKKKKK……BABUJI…..I NEED YOUR COCK….I NEED. I made her tell them, the same lady and young man at the counter, "#2 Slut" -- I got a smile from the young man and a snicker and we both got evil looks from the lady behind the counter. As we walked out, Pam asked if this is what I did to her daughter, did I embarrass and humiliate her like this earlier this week. I said yes and Pam called me a "fucking bastard!" Wow, such talk from the preachers wife!I said, "Fine bitch, whatever," and I walked away quickly and pulled my cell phone as if. But Id never wanted anything more in my life. I didnt even need all three. I knew it wouldnt be happening anyway, werewolves are territorial and I knew for a fact that they didnt share. They fight, and the strongest gets to mate. The thought sent a thrill through me as my legs kept carrying me through the city alleys where Id been weaving a maze to try to throw the wolves off. My feet changed direction and slowed as I ducked into another alley and began to slowly wander toward the very. ”At a quarter-to-seven, KC leapt off the elevator and ran into the living room where the rest of us were gathered. She practically screamed, “You won’t believe what happened today. Somebody came by the gallery, liked all my paintings that were there, and they bought all of them.” She waved the check I’d scrawled my name on the night before.We were all pretty quiet, but as rehearsed we each gazed off at one of KC’s paintings that hung on the living room walls.KC’s eyes finally followed to some.