She would be the one who I'd talk to about this, but when I turned 20 my dad remarried a nice woman named Kate. I never moved out of their house. I ju...t really thought by then I'd have a relationship with someone and we'd be living together, but life throws you curve balls and doesn't work out the way you pictured it. My dad was on business trip a couple states over for a week, so I thought it would be a good time to ask Kate something a little personal. I came into the living room as she was. So, by a process of elimination, I scraped thebottom of the barrel and found Edgar Strauss squatting way down deep. ***Too antsy to bide my time out on a tree limb, I started walking towarddowntown L.A., and hoping that some of my powers would be back by thetime I reached the freeway. I managed to flash back into my ultraoutfit and launch myself in a wobbly flight after about a half hour. Mygoal, the brownstone Conjuror's Club, was not only Strauss' place. “Feel my heart, it's pounding against my chest for you.” He took my hand and placed on his chest where his heart was pounding like a set of drums. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Ralf,” he replied. “It means wise wolf.” He smiled down at me and I smiled back feeling my heart go pitter- patter against my chest. “Come, my pack will lead us to our palace and bed chamber.” “Oh, I’m not quite suitably dressed for that, Ralf,” I pointed out. “You look beautiful, my love,” Ralf said, kissing my lips. He also bit down on one of her nipples, sucking on the piercing until her tit was purple and bruised.After getting her extremely wet, he pulled his fingers out of her mouth and used them to guide his cock into her tight cunt. She sucked in a large breath as the feeling of being stretched and filled washed over her. "You're so much bigger," she moaned."Bigger than who?" Stuart laughed."Mr. Blancher," she gasped."I noticed I was still stretching you despite how many times he must have fucked.