Mary had seen some strong women before, but never when the woman had a body designed for sex. Initially, she wondered if Michael's strength had been s...mehow magically enhanced, but she couldn't see how for two reasons. Firstly, Michael would not be able to cast any spells for some time and secondly, even if she could cast spells, her room was designed to hold even the most powerful of Kithra. No spells could be cast in that room.She concluded that the only explanation was that Michael's. Maybe one of the more attractive young men in my grade, but then again I was the only black kid. Tall, lanky, and 13-years-old. Light skinned, about the shade of caramel. 6 feet tall, 150 lbs. or so. With a normal short haircut. Very athletic too. I played basketball, football, and track. And it was evident with my build.She was 17 and white. Tall too, about 5' 9", about my weight, but I didn't care. She was friendly and a junior in high school. Smoked cigars, weed, and drank. I avoided those. Especially this woman." No freaking shit," he said, half to himself."What?" asked Patty with a grin."Oh, nothing," he replied.He was thinking he needed to get his own clothes back on, and go back to the Simpson's home to do some serious groveling.Just then, the doorbell rang. They could hear Patty's mom go to answer it.Mrs. Robertson answered the door, and was startled to see Collette Simpson standing on the threshold, in a soaking wet t-shirt and jeans. It was obvious she hadn't taken the time. He ran his other hand down her back, combing her velvet fur with his fingertips and teasing the base of her tail.“Can’t keep your hands off me? It’s only been a couple of days...”“Don’t make light of it,” Dennis panted, his legs becoming numb as her thick nectar leaked down her thighs in strands. “I want you every day, one day is too many...”Her lips curled into a sultry smile and she rested her chin on her hands, peering back at him over her shoulder. She was so much taller than him, her head.