She headed outside through the front door, so I circled round out the back, and edged up the side toward the front of the house. I managed to hide in ...arshot, so I could make out at least Gwen's side of the conversation.What I heard made me incredibly angry. She was obviously talking to that monster. It took all my self restraint to not go over there and grab the phone.'What the hell is she playing at? Everyone knows those things are evil, pretending to be the people they had hatched out of, so. Ever again. Sex. Sex is out. Who would fu- have sex with someone that looked like me? A fetishist who looks at me and only sees a cow? Oh god. What if it doesn't stop? What if it keeps going and one morning I wake up and I'm just a fat ugly cow on four legs? Would it be worse to still think like a human or to lose myself completely in it? Time passed as Lynn wept on the floor. The sun rose above the horizon and the young woman's tears slowed to a stop. Occasionally, she hiccupped and sighed. We would often take walks in the forest where she would strip and get me nude as well.If we weren’t fucking then she was sucking. if we were not fucking or sucking then she would be grabbing at me trying too.She definitely was a nympho, sex was always on her mind , it was just luck I never knocked her up. I might have stayed with her longer but one morning we were talking after sex and discovered we were actually cousins. It seems that my grandmother’s ,sister’s, daughter was. Her feet touched the basement floor. Hank's grip on her hair relaxed. But, when she started back for the stairs once more, he tightened his hold, pulling back on her hair so hard he brought her to her knees."Uughhhhh!" Betty grunted in pain."Hank!" Annie cried."Shut up and get back here."In a moment, Betty found herself on her back, struggling under the big heavy athlete. He was pulling her hair out, tearing it by the roots while dry fucking her. She felt his tongue on the base of her throat,.