I tried to stop her from falling down.What a stupid sight that was: me standing in the back doors and holding my friend’s drunken mom, and this adul... woman, unable to even move. I cried out for Marty, but he appeared to go back to the party hall! Hell, now I was alone with her in their house and she wore a loose dress which fell down from her body. So I realized her embarrassment and pulled her attire back up. She whispered:“Thank you”Then I sprayed water on her and I led her into the bedroom,. ..Please Stop." I pressed aganist her, pressing my cock aganist the crack. " Baby....I love your tight ass....I love feeling my cock in your ass....Now just relax." She began to sweat in fear. I stroked her sides squeezing her breasts, "OOOWW, that hurts." That's nothing, wait untill my cock forces its way into your asshole." Padma could feel me push up from her body and fist my cock placing it on her anus. "Your lesson is about to begin" and I began to push the bulbous head of my cock into. A furtive glance passed between them, and they left the table. Amina didn't mind. She preferred being alone.She never told her parents about the nighttime visit, but she imagined they knew anyway. They still loved her, but it was a cold, panicky affection, like they were afraid of what might happen if they didn‘t. For her part, Amina didn't think about either of them much. She knew they weren't really her parents. She had a new family now, and eventually they’d come back for her. She couldn't. Morning wood, of course. That always seemed to happen when I dreamt of her… It’d go away soon enough. I rose from bed and ran my fingers back over my head, smoothing my fur. My ears perked forward and I turned to face my bedroom mirror. Staring back at me was an image I took great pride in keeping up. Thick and glossy mahogany fur, solid except for the lighter color on my face and front. I examined myself thoroughly as I did every morning. If I wasn’t happy with something, I would fix it as.