Also me teasing the men gets them even more into me and makes it more intense. I put my hand on my husbands cheek and kiss him on the lips taking his ...ottom lip in between my teeth and biting it, he grips my waist in utter desire. I stand and have both men stand with me, one on either side making me a Legend sandwich, mmmmm my favorite. I with my hand on their chests, slide down to my knees. I can see that they are both hard. I put my hands over there large bulge and discover that they are rock. We gathered fallen branches and twigs from the woods to use in the fire pit. I found the bottle of camp suds and we washed out our clothes from today and strung up a rope for a clothesline.It was all the normal camping activities, except without wearing any clothes. Melissa's exposed body was a constant distraction, but I kept myself under control. I noticed Melissa sneaking a few peeks at me, too. At first, we were both very self-conscious but after a while, it became relatively normal and we. He smiled when I chose to dress as agirl, seeing how wearing lingerie, hosiery and the clothes relaxed me. Wegot away with it because I looked like a preteen girl with my brothersince by now I was just under five feet tall while Trent was over a foottaller. It was when we'd chosen to actually go out on a date that welearned just how we saw us as a couple..We'd just finished our session at the Wintertime Ice Rink where he'ddressed in a black tux costume to my matching dress and white tights.. A thick mane hangs down to its ass, halfway in texture between hair and fur. You strain to tell its gender, trying to discern either the six breasts and furry slit typical of a she-wolf, or the six normal nipples and sheathed, triangular-headed cock and furry sack of a male. Somehow, you know the difference.The werewolf (you have no doubt that is what faces you) bows its head, as if in apology. In your dream state, you know why; it should have completed you when it bit you. Because it did not.