Pack was a deep seated instinct. The Pack was equated with survival. Survival as individuals, and survival of the species. It was this socialization t...at turned canines into such successful predators, able to survive by working together to not just provide food, but to defend one another, to defend the pack. Nothing was more important than protection of the Pack, yet without the individual members there was no Pack. Tramp would not hesitate to throw himself against impossible odds to protect. Part of me was surprised to see this girl, who had a good corporate job, scantily clad in an outfit that would make anyone want to open his wallet and dump the contents on her tray. The other part of me jumped straight into “oh shit” mode, trying to figure out what the appropriate balance was between a single mom I recently fucked, and my date who, while nice, I clearly was not going to fuck. Turns out, there were no issues at all. Krissy hung out for a few minutes, chatted us up, brought us a. Make him wear a rubber. I don’t trust a prick like him”. “I will”. She answered back. We rested for an hour and I fucked her again. Her pussy was so tight and so wet so I only lasted for a minute or so. She no longer showed any signs of pain, just pleasure. Withdrawing and coming on her belly I told her that she was the best I’d ever had. Somehow I had to make her cum with just my cock pumping in and out of her sweet pussy. A week later, I talked to Sheryl again. Sheryl told me that Cathy. My fingers traced along my inner thighs. Oh, I shivered with the anticipation, no matter how many times I'd done it before. She, my pussy, was already leaking. She craved to be touched. My favorite vibrator would feel good inside, but no, she wanted to feel my tactile fingers, and I wanted to feel my beautiful pussy. Fingers it would be.Fingertips fluttered on soft wet pussy lips. Playing with them, opening them, knowing and remembering how they looked like beautiful pink butterfly wings. A.