He looked at her, his devotion to the transsexual obvious in his lovinggaze. "Mean?" he repeated, as if the concept were alien to him."The painting."...It is the story of Jupiter and Io." I know that, silly, but what does it mean?"He smiled at her naivet?. It was one of the things he loved about her,beside her beauty and the fabulous incongruity of her mixing of humanity'ssexes and genders. He started to lecture her about "art for art's sake,"but decided, instead, to approach the topic from. " I damn near came right there. I started to ease my dick in a little at a time and pulling back out 'til the head was the only thing inside her and then pushing in again farther. She was pulling her ass cheeks so hard I thought she was going to split herself in two. God she was hot and loving it. I grabbed her slim hips and started to invade her bottom with a vengeance, taking care not to go too fast, though. Soon my heavy balls were resting on her wet gash. I paused to let myself calm down. Jesus I didn't want to get up, today was Friday and I promised my elementary class they could dress up in costumes if they were good all week, and they most certainly were. Then the events of the previous night hit me. The tension-filled stand-off between my daughter and I, the fact that I openly gazed at her nakedness. And the overarching question that instantly made me warm between my legs, which was the fact that she may have been looking back at me the same way I looked at her. But that. No one ever disputed that normal werewolves have extraordinarily fast healing ability, but having both of his arms ripped so savagely clean off his body as he did didn't leave much room for that to even matter.Blood sprayed wildly as his arms tore free of his body at the sockets.The werewolf Alpha fell from her back and screamed out into the night in deep pain and shock from what she had just done to him. The rest of the pack, realizing something was wrong, all looked on in silent wonder at the.