John was caressing my arm, his fingertips just touching me. He lifted my wrist and looking me straight in the eye kissed my fingertips. “Let’s go...somewhere a little less public,” he said, signalling the Maitre d’ for the bill. By the time we got to the door the car was waiting for us, engine running. John’s driving was less exuberant now, and frequently he rested his hand on my knee. I looked at him and smiled, and was rewarded with a warm smile from him. After a few miles we pulled up. He towered over me, took his pants off and aggressively pulled my thong off of me. My husband joined us in the bed but Rodney had no intention of sharing me right now. He wanted me all to himself.He thrusted his cock deep inside my juicy pussy me as I let out a cry and grasped the bedsheets with one hand and my husband’s arm with the other, digging my nails inside him, enough to scratch him. I moaned in pleasure as my lover fucked me in my husband’s presence, penetrating me like I was his. It was like breathing to Her. Tor Endril had found bio-shifting confusing at first, but the concept had started to stick in his mind. Still, nothing compared to the majesty and mastery that the Broodmother exuded as She stepped from the small bath chamber. Her skin was a pale purple or blue, with similarly shaded hair and eyes. She had told Tor Endril once that Her coloring was not intentional but instead was a side effect of visible light bouncing off of Her body. Her form was simultaneously. She tried moving her legs to relieve the itching sensation. She felt fluid running down the crack of her ass.'That bastard fucked me AGAIN while I was unconscious!' she thought, furiously. 'What the hell does he have against free will fucking?'A large figure suddenly loomed over her. She felt a hot, pricking sensation in the side of her neck, then it was gone.The figure backed up and came into focus. It looked like Bram, but somehow much younger."Ah! You're awake, I see," he said, cheerfully.He.