.. One moment we were fondling eachothers bodies. My hand reaching down to his crotch, squeezing his stiff penis thru the payama pants, simultaneously... John's hands sqeezing my breasts, his hands working freneticly, fascinated by the size and softness, like all boys were fascinated by female, mature, breasts.The next, I was on my back, his body covering mine. The moon painting out the contours of his face, eyes burning with heat, moans, panthing and hot touches exchanging. He started humping. There was some nonsenseabout needing nice clothes for special occasions, but I had otherthings on my mind at the time.Okay, things plural might have been stretching it a bit. Yeah, I wasstill trying to adjust and adapt to this abrupt one-eighty change in mylife, and I was doing pretty damn good if I do say so myself, but therewas one thing that I hadn?t explored yet that was really bothering me.Well, maybe two, but I wasn?t really focused on what it would be liketo change into a wolf just yet.. There is nothing more exciting to me than a stable full of big-bellied sluts. Their milk-engorged tits lying on the upper slope of their distended stomachs, their legs spread to support the weight of the baby they will soon drop. Their cunts, spread and wet, open to the fingers and cocks of those who, like myself, enjoy taking their bloated bodies at every opportunity. And because of my work I have lots of opportunity.As I said, she wakes up. She finds herself bent at the waist in a frame of. Our first opponent was going to be Gettysburg High School. We would play them Friday night at Elizabethtown College.Two other teams in our league made the playoffs too. The Braves were ranked #11. They would face South Western, the team we beat last year to get to the semi-finals. I didn't like the Braves chances. LS managed to sneak into the playoffs with a 6-4 record. They had the dubious honor of playing Central Dauphin. I hoped they would enjoy their brief visit to the playoffs. They had NO.