Drums in their enormous chests.She touched their arms. Yeap, pure steel, and very warm, under a thin layer of fur. She touched their enormous shoulder..., and behind them, where their backs curved forward to connect to their forward-leaning wolf heads. The fur there was longer, fluffier, like a mane. Ears, shorter than wolf ears, but wider. Again, good for fighting, less likely to get caught. She slipped a hand into Matt’s, and gulped as she stared at the enormous thing utterly dwarfing hers.. ‘Hi, I’m Derrick.’ the guy behind the desk said. Ralph had been so flabbergasted at actually being spoken to that he just stood rooted to the spot for a moment or two. ‘I’ve not seen you before.’ Ralph stated the obvious. ‘Never had to work late before,’ came the reply. ‘It’s this damn recession; the boss just keeps demanding more and more and whereas in the past everyone would have told him to get stuffed now when he says jump, everyone asks ‘how high?’ Ralph began to see Derrick working late. Setting the box back down on some other boxes stacked everywhere. Sitting down on one, I began to purposely go through that box... digging into my recent past. A small book of pictures fell out to one side, and I picked it up. There we were... at the beach... in the park... in the back yard having a barbecue with the kids. Memories cascading past me, not letting me loose. I soon found myself crying.I cried for what I had lost in Becky's passing. I cried for losing Samantha, and I cried for. Al nodded, and she fed him the finger and giggled as he sucked the taste of her from it."Take your cock out for me, Al," she hissed."I ... I..." C'mon, take it out. I want to see it."He fumbled his hardon out of his jeans and she looked at it. He was perhaps five inches in length, a normal size for a penis.He was totally focused on her mouth; on the small pink tongue darting in and out from between her luscious lips. He almost came imagining her mouth around his penis.And then it was.Three.