Especially human girls, so I didn’t try to fix them with contacts or anything like that. I currently wore only my black boxers, the only thing I wor... to bed if I ever wore anything at all. I went and rummaged through my pinewood dresser and found a pair of dark blue jeans. Most of us male werewolves in the tribe didn’t wear shirts til winter. We had our fur to keep us warm and protected. So, I pulled on the jeans and made my way out to my small kitchen. I went looking through my fridge, only to. So it was with Karen and Denise. As one hand stayed centered on the direct pleasuring, the other hand wandered about their bodies producing a more indirect arousal, and adding fuel to their fire. Karen liked to hold her free arm over her breasts for long stretches of time, squeezing them and kneading them with her whole limb. Occasionally she would wet a finger, with either her mouth or dipping it into her pussy, then roll her erect nipple between her moistened thumb and index finger. Denise’s. Luckily, I’m on hand to teach them a little humility. Margaret Cooler is the type of woman you’ve all seen before. We’ve all seen her type before. She’s the Campus Slut. Will fuck anything that moves, and then some. Calling her a whore is to insult all whores. Since I maintain the façade of the gentlemanly student-athlete, she came to me the night she had a pregnancy scare. Apparently, she’d been banging so many guys that she thought she was knocked up. and she was all panicking and whining in. When we sat down at the table, Hanna started off with a very serious line of questioning."I am going to ask you a few questions and I want you to take each one very seriously. When we are done talking, I want you to sleep on it and let me know your decision after work tomorrow."She just sat and stared at me blank faced until I nodded."If we go to meet James, I need you to decide if you can handle me fucking another man. I am afraid you will get jealous or hold a grudge against me after wards.".