Most of the time she worked alone in a corner cubicle, one that faced windowless walls. Her black outfit was her exclusive wardrobe, matching her sull...n attitude. She didn't seem to want to be working here, or maybe anywhere. Her distain for her co-workers was palatable. Her hair was always pulled back tight into a bun, pulling her eyes apart. Oh yes, and thick lensed glasses in a black frame.My appearance startled her. The shopping bag fell from her grasp. Packages of Post-It notes, boxes of. " Come on in. I don't know where my husband is. That's my daughter Wanda over there." She pointed to a young lady with glasses in a strapless pink gown milling around with some familiar bodies. "Can I get you a drink?"My wife had offered to be the designated driver, but driving at night isn't her favorite. I told her I'd stick to non-alcoholic beverages. Besides, she might enjoy herself more later if she was slightly inebriated. So long as she didn't overdo it and pass out. I had needs and my. She was extremly wet and I slid straight in. Rosalyn was so worked up she came quite quickly and pushed me off.Rosalyn rolled me over and mounted me. Rosalyn told me to let her know when I was going to cum so she could finish me off as cumming in her was not a good idea. Rosalyns pussy was wet as hell at this stage and I was in heaven.My hands were all over Rosalyn tits by now, and she was wet as hell. I was getting close when Rosalyn said "make sure you don't cum in me" and that was all it. Each time she tried, she lay back down and let out a blissful sigh as her thighs shook. Saliva and cum mixed on her folds, and trickled down to join the grass.He rumbled again, deeper, his belly spreading the vibrations until he could feel it in his claws. Leaning over her, he breathed deep of her scent, and placed a palm against her chest to feel her rapid heartbeat. She managed to peek at him through her half-open eyes, and her heart rate increased. He knew what he looked like, with his fangs.