Unless, this guy hurt his daughter, Brandon was now considered family. ‘Guys, Brandon has a big bandage on his arm. You know they will have question..., right?’ He asked. Brandon laughed, and told the guys he’d explain. Meanwhile, Marge decided to watch the local news. The news reporter reported on the fire and that brave visiting fireman, Brandon Dean that not only helped douse the flames but pulled two people from the burning building. She stated that the firefighter declined to speak on. Then she took both the men’s penis in her hands and put them into her mouth and licked it thoroughly. Then three of them lay on the bed nude for a moment on the other hand my father was with the two women in other bedroom. He asked the two women to remove their nighties. Now they were in bra and panty. My father took one of the woman’s boobs in his hands and asked the other woman to bend down and remove his lungi as well as his underwear and banian. The woman did the same. Now my father totally. I moaned in pain, he growled with pleasure. Hoping it would end soon I hung my head. More pain. His claws, dug in my shoulder before, had ripped open my right arm. As the pain flared up, I screamed in terror. The wound was deep, a long gash, ripping through skin and the muscles beneath. Blood flowed freely down my arm, pooled around my hand. He bent over me, buried his muzzle in the wound. My vision seemed to blur. I was more than scared, close to panic. Trying to fight him off I buckled under. As far as they were concerned he didn’t even exist! That was O.K. with him, because it gave him the perfect cover for his one and only hobby, trying to see these little sluts with their panties down! Their were really only three places that Joe knew the girls took off their clothes, in their own dorm rooms, in the bathroom, and in the main shower area and locker room. After careful evaluation, Joe soon figured out that the shower was by far the best place to make his attempt. The first reason.