Her hands had been at work too and, with a little help from myself, she had freed my cock from my trousers and had gotten it to a fine state of erecti...n. I had completely forgotten about her grandmother and was concentrating on licking and sucking Miriam's nipples, encouraged by her hand around my cock.I became strangely aware that Miriam's hand had started feeling very different around my cock, and I looked down. Imagine my surprise to see her old grandmother kneeling in front of us taking my. ”She looked at me quizzically, and I tried to get up the nerve to say what I felt she needed to hear. “I believe that Brenson, is not only the old one that some have referred to, but that he could also be your elder father. As far as I can tell, the wolf described in Ruben’s journal, is the same one that killed my parents. The reason I must believe that he could be your elder father, is that your wolf form is almost identical to his. The gender and size are the only parts that vary, but I. I’m still not sure how it happened. All I know is, I heard him yell, ‘OH SHHHIIIITTTTT!!!’ as the log hit him. Then there was silence until we heard the thud as he hit the ground, then groaning. Liv and I heard the whole thing. I turned to alert the others, but we’d lost them in the rain. We looked at each other and simultaneously said, ‘Oh fuck,’ and ran back to try and help him. I finally found him after searching for several minutes. He looked awful. He had blood trickling from his mouth,. And another……and so it goes on. The pain is excruciating. You are crying real tears and the saliva is escaping from your mouth round the gag. The drool falls to the floor.It stops. The caning stops and although you cannot see May, you feel a hand so softly applying a soothing balm to the weals on your arse and thighs. You are still sobbing when your face is slapped and you see the long athletic legs of a younger woman standing in your drool. She slaps you again, but doesn’t say anything. The.