One thing we have discovered, not a single Chameleon can sleep in their guest form. Every single time they revert to their host form. And does Fang ch...nge with you?”I nodded. “Every single time. And if I change back, so does he. He is normally just an exceptional German Sheppard, and stood out in no way really. OK, let me stand and get ready, and I will change back.”I did so, and had Fang stand next to me. I saw Ms. Smith aim the camera at us, and we went back to our original forms. “Dear God!”. The wife answered and was told that her husband's client, James Wright, had been granted a stay of execution after all. Wright would not be hanged tonight.Finally realizing what a terrible day he must have had, she decided to go upstairs and give him the good news.As she opened the bathroom door, she was greeted by the sight of her husband, bent over naked, drying his legs and feet.'They're not hanging Wright tonight, ' she said.He whirled around and screamed, 'FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WOMAN, DON'T. The doe that sat staring at him is one of the most beautiful "animals" he'd ever seen. The fur that covers her body is sleek and ebony, a rare color among their kind. Her amber eyes capture not only the light from the shimmering fire but he himself. They hold him, steady and commanding. He finds himself feeling small beneath that demanding gaze. She holds a very long, very thin filter for a cigarette that burns with the scent of something strong but pleasant. She takes a slow drag, blowing the. He had stopped tracing letters on her back and his hand had found its way to her thigh under her skirt, brushing the skin above her stocking tops, moving upwards until he found her wetness, his mouth still insistent on hers, his fingers were just as insistent, pushing aside the soaked gusset of her panties and entering her, fingering her slowly, enjoying the slippery wetness of her juices. She kissed him back hard, her tongue teasing his, her hands in his hair loving the control he had over her.