Part five.Maggie looked into the mirror. “How did I get here?” She thought. It had started she reflected, when she had caught her son fucking her ...ister, and her sisters friend. Then what did she do. Joined in. Fucking her own son, and what a fuck it had been. Then to compound her guilt, she had fucked her sister as well, then the friend. She’d enjoyed it. She still enjoyed it. Her son Phil had fucked her only last night, guiltily she remember just how much she had enjoyed that. She knew she’d. Just that diffused pressure made her pussy tingle."Why won't somebody fuck me? Daddy, why won't you fuck me?"Lying on her side, she humped her hand, bouncing her pussy mound against it. Even through her shorts and panties, she could feel the contours of her cunt area, the button that was her clit, the cleft that led to the hole of her cunt. She cupped herself, the warmth of her hand radiating out to excite her pussy.Diane sighed and closed her eyes. She was tired of fucking herself with her. He laid her in their bed, a California king size. Laying the blanket over her body, he was naked as well, crawling into the bed with her, his arms wrapped around her warm body. * Werewolves are nocturnal, sleep by day and hunt by night. Ahava was fast asleep and curled into Vincent’s chest. He watched her breathing, knowing that today was the first day of her new life, she couldn’t turn back. She was part of his world and couldn’t return to the human family where she once was. He wondered how. And it’s not going away. Now, do you understand? Why do you think we have places like Little Italy, Chinatown, and the Gay Village? Simply because people feel a powerful connection to their own kind and an instinctive distrust of those who are different from them. And that instinctive distrust and loathing of those who are different is deeply ingrained in all of us. Nowhere is it stronger than when dealing with people of other races. That’s why Blacks and Whites will never get along no matter.