What if it isn't him? She certainly didn't want anyone else to see her coming out of a gents cubicle. The more she waited the faster her heart beat.... Her hands were sweaty too. She listened intently. Whoever it was had stopped walking. She reasoned that if it was somebody else they would be facing away from her cubicle so she very quietly slid the lock across and pulled the door ajar a few inches. All she could see were the boys bright blue eyes not six inches from hers. She quickly. Quietly opening his bedroom door, the boy slips in and shuts it. The sun trickles in through the curtains and he can see his pet, now fully transforms and under his sheets. He kneels on the bed, reaching for the edge of the covers, slowly pulling them off to first reveal that cute little patch of fur and then the pink folds of her pussy. Missy’s legs are half open allowing him to bend closer to her crotch. He can smell the strong scent of their interactions from the night before. He kisses her. I remembered what I had read in dale10's stories, so I arched my back the best I could, stuck my ass up in the air, and spread my legs so my balls swung as I crawled. Not that anyone would be interested in me or my body. Three guys filmed the action from different angle. Three more friends of Mr. Black's watched the filming. > I reached Billy and looked up at him. > "Billy you are a god. Please let me worship you!" I said. > "Fucking shit-hole faggot." he said, and he spat in my face. His spit. ‘Ally.’ She bent down, into his lap, letting the head of his cock rest on her lips. She moved her face back and forth to spread his pre-cum as if she were putting on lip-gloss and Jack watched, entranced. Her tongue darted out and he felt his body react to the sight of her, on her knees in front of him. His dick throbbed. She was beautiful. Who knew they came this beautiful? And every day she came home to him. The knowledge of it thrilled him. There’d never been a woman with this much pull on.