It was so full of grief and hanger and pain and rage. She shook and she cried and wailed out why why why . This had been coming for along time now, an... not because of what Gordon had done to us. This was the deep rooted pain she had for years. Hope came over too and we both squeezed our lithe friend between us. Faith sobbed and grieved for the loss of her mother. The abuse of her father. The sheer terrifying loneliness she lived in until she had found us. This wasnt a magical catharsis where. "Oh, that water is perfect. I just love this," and she plops herself down next to me and stretches out. I look over and her breasts just point straight up, firm, lush, barely covered by two small triangles of cloth. Her nipples poke out the fabric. Oh, am I hard.We all lay there for a while, then Sherry, always the one to spark things up, said, "Let's get wet, c'mon," and she stood up and ran and jumped in. The cheeks of her ass were beautiful, separated by a narrow strip of cloth that. I knew what this meant but I don’t think Ash did. Stacey winked at me and went back to Ash’s head. She started kissing her again and then straddled her stomach playing with her tits but also holding her down. If she thought my cock was too thick for her pussy she was gonna need some help when I rammed it in her ass.I pulled out of Ash’s pussy and began slowly, but not stopping, pushing my cock head into her ass. I could feel Ash try to squirm away but Stacey was holding her down. “You said he. Well, she could have taken a right instead of left when she got into the second tunnel. So fuck him, not as herded as he was acting.“Just t-to catch me?”“We thought you were something else.”“ ... why?”“You smelled odd.”Smelled odd? She smelled faintly of blood and maybe a bit of flesh; Kindred didn’t go around smelling like corpses, or even smelling like kine.She frowned at the man holding her. He was a tall man, with tanned skin and an athletic build. Course all the werewolves looked fit and.