And so it goes for the rest of the night.Cocks are pushed, shoved, rammed, and stroked throughout the night. She realizes that all of their dicks are ...hicker and some even longer. She just moans and groans in total need and pleasure. She is excited more by the fact that they are wolf-men. It seems as though all her deepest, darkest taboo thoughts are starting to come true. As she tries to focus back on the sex, a large, long haired wolf-man grabs her by the hips, flips her around with no. Dorothy introduced us and I definitely fancied Roxy like fuck and I had a feeling it wasn't just one way.Obviously any chance of a fuck was out of the question now, or so I thought. So I agreed to meet Dorothy again soon and started to leave when Roxy's friend, a girl called Sharon, said she'd chum me up the road. We left the flat and as we were walking over the Dean Bridge she told me she had missed her last train ( she lived in Fife) and could I put her up for the night. This totally came out. He motioned for the others to do the same. They did so nervously but then I suppose they had a right to be nervous when some crazy bastard with a bomb was standing right in front of them.I wasn't nervous but then unless you've been in combat or some other life-threatening situation you'd just think I'm nuts. I was in the zone. The closest I can come to describe it is you're high as a kite but totally aware of everything going on around you. Technically I suppose it's the adrenalin pouring into. Waves of sex pleasure radiate from his metal rod. Every move is automatic, programmed and requires no thought, no effort. His vision alters and he sees a progress bars in a new part of his mind. His head is now solid metal, his mouth a circular hole and he feels his thoughts becoming quicker, more ordered as the processor takes over his thinking. Soon all his organic material is gone, converted into bonded nanites that define his body shape. His rectal shaft engages the metal cock thrusting.