Soon, the pains too have faded to the back of my mind. My nostrils are filled with the scents of the forest, even as, inevitably, the hunger starts to...grow.The moist black tip of my nose twitches as it catches a faint whiff of what I must have, and my guts twist in anticipation as I turn to follow the scent.I do not have far to go, but the hated scent of man is all about, so I circle warily. My nose and ears tell me exactly where my prey is, but I have learned from painful experience not to. “But we won’t talk about it, we won’t have a repeat. It’d just be one hard, hot fuck…”I groaned when she emphasised the ‘fuck,’ her use of the word causing me to move against her hand.“You’re randy for me, aren’t you, Carl?”“Yes,” I moaned.“So we can do this hard and hot. You can fuck me. Is that what you want?”“Aunt Amy, please…”She chuckled, eyes holding my stare, a devilish glint of teasing delight in her expression. “Fuck my hand, you dirty boy,” Aunt Amy smirked.“I’ll come,” I warned,. Lay is what youz wanna do here at dis here booth table, but not on my watch,’ the waitress cautioned. ‘Are you a warden or a warlock, I mean, waitress?’ Inez teased. ‘No hon’, only men can be warlocks. Women are the witches,’ Antoine offered, grabbing the remainder of his smashed English muffin and stuffing a ten dollar bill inside Janice’s exposed bra. ‘Adios, Janice.’ He accentuated his farewell by slowly spinning Inez away from the booth and into a hustle figure to the first strains of. The new girl, with her hands gripping the bed sheets, leans forward so her dark brown hair covers her face and embarrassment; and her tight, pink pussy still on display for all of the other girls in the room to see. With her beautiful head down in an effort to hide her embarrassment, she hears and senses movement from behind her and she winces – scared of what’s going to happen next. A hand grazes along her legs, softly caressing her smooth limbs and a soft moan escapes her lips. She closes her.