‘It’s a pathetic dinner, and I feel like such a failure, but it’s better than some of the dinners we’ve had lately. Do you know what it’s li...e to know your kids are still hungry, and even though you’ve made do with a slice of toast for your own dinner, there’s still nothing extra to give them? To have to buy the cheapest foods with no extras, and then have to listen to your kids rave about the dinners they had on their visit to their father’s? Even though you know he’s a loser living with his. I was old enough to be their mother, but it had never bothered me. Usually there were at least one or two young people who weren't bothered by it either.Even with the horse head cane, or maybe because of it, I managed to attract some attention. On the patio nobody danced, they just wandered around. I leaned against the wooden rail drinking my white wine cooler. The way Rosewater's made the cooler it was mostly a smooth lemonade. I was enjoying the drink, when a much younger man approached me."I. Cory was surprised at the force of the blow, as he pushed his hips forward almost pushing his organ into the girl. Two things happened . . .his flaccid cock began to grow and Julie's pussy twitched again causing a shiver to run down her spine. It was remarkable how that slap went through Cory's body and jolted her own twat. Again . . .a slap was heard . . . as Cory's rod was now almost at half-mast. "How many licks so far Aimee?" teased Carl, as he looked downwards observing his big cock. His blood was both foul and thrilling, my predator instincts coming alive. I let them push aside my terror, revulsion and conscience; right now, it was kill or be killed, nothing else mattered.With no time to lose, I picked up another trail, but found more than I could handle. Three more Werewolves were feasting on another poor soul, their bodies huge and snarls aggressive as they fought over their kill. Knowing there was no possible way I could take three grown wolves of that size down by.