Not to Logan, not to anyone. Distraction. Ja, that is it. I can distract him from pursuing this.“So then there is also nothing you cannot tell me... nicht wahr?”Logan reacts as I expect him to. “Well – uh --“I take the opening he gives me. “Of course, it is all right for you to refuse to talk to me about those special missions you have been going out to do alone, but I must tell you everything about my life. Is that it?”If he truly were a wolverine, I would have been able to see his hair. I told her about the times I spent with my cock in my hand thinking about what it would be like if I had the chance to be with her. I told her I imagined what it would be like when we kissed, what her breast would feel like and how her pussy would taste! You could cut the sexual tension with a knife! She told me so many amazing things but when she told me that she was a squirter I forgot everything she told me! It was time for the bar to close and she was too d***k to drive so since the bar was. Now, as much as I am used to this attention and am not surprised by it, I am always flattered and aroused by the glances that come from the prospective women as I make my way from the lobby to the lounge and dance room of the club. Typical bald, dark brown skinned, clean shaven black man on the prowl and giving a glance of approval to attractive and shapely women as I casually stroll along. All the single women are here in groups of 2-4. Some of them are with dates, probably husbands. This. Merita in the center, her hairless, purple body writhing, the four tentacles, which sprouted from her hips and not her pussy, undulating as she caressed her lovers. Their skins were all various hues of lilac and purple. Some had larger breasts, other smaller, their nipples hard. They licked and sucked and fingered and tentacled each other, gasping and moaning. I could feel them.My tentacles burst from my pussy, shooting out from beneath my camisole, waving purple against my skin. “Merita,” I.